<?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-4170583950623767180</id><updated>2011-09-16T11:26:50.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more days without you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5293863502593099718</id><published>2011-04-18T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:21:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-370o-1KtpbY/TazjmWmFauI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tdSSXZ933mE/s1600/1302920189984_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-370o-1KtpbY/TazjmWmFauI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tdSSXZ933mE/s320/1302920189984_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597098684954536674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto triste. E hoje não quero enfeitar essa realidade. Deixe ela   bruta, sem um porquê específico. Não quero e não sei comentar sobre   isso. Vazio. Ele é feito de que mesmo? Descreva ele. Eu cansei de   conversar sobre isso com as pessoas e não chegar a lugar algum. Eu   cansei de cavar esse vazio só pra sentir alguma coisa. Dizem que onde   dói há vitalidade, mas porque eu me sinto tão morto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5293863502593099718?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5293863502593099718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-sinto-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5293863502593099718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5293863502593099718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-sinto-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-370o-1KtpbY/TazjmWmFauI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tdSSXZ933mE/s72-c/1302920189984_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6081392399678894509</id><published>2010-12-19T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:24:05.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TQ6UC9djJ4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/stKA90xuACw/s1600/1292015984054_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TQ6UC9djJ4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/stKA90xuACw/s320/1292015984054_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552538169173550978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai dar certo. Por que eu ainda continuo nisso? Por que eu jogo um  jogo pra par sendo que fiquei ímpar? Por que diabos perco meu tempo  escrevendo as mesmas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque eu seja um idiota. Realmente, pessoas apaixonadas são  umas idiotas mesmo. Mas pelo menos são menos idiotas que eu, porque amam  alguém que ainda existe, seja lá no fim do mundo, num bairro qualquer,  ou em outra cidade... Já eu... Tem quanto tempo mesmo que você deixou de  existir? E por que não levou sua sombra consigo? Ser tão idiota por  causa de uma sombra, pra mim é tão o cúmulo de tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6081392399678894509?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6081392399678894509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/nunca-vai-dar-certo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6081392399678894509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6081392399678894509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/nunca-vai-dar-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TQ6UC9djJ4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/stKA90xuACw/s72-c/1292015984054_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2153119064992529616</id><published>2010-12-10T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:40:23.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TQK6DTBoWiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CTV6UgpavbA/s1600/tumblr_l8pkl5ioOI1qa1yc8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TQK6DTBoWiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CTV6UgpavbA/s320/tumblr_l8pkl5ioOI1qa1yc8o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549202256683358754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psiu estou  evitando  voce .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2153119064992529616?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2153119064992529616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/psiu-estou-evitando-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2153119064992529616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2153119064992529616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/psiu-estou-evitando-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TQK6DTBoWiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CTV6UgpavbA/s72-c/tumblr_l8pkl5ioOI1qa1yc8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2122325198406302345</id><published>2010-11-15T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:11:50.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TOHMK3efZGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/taCSwcBWSOA/s1600/1281284181606_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TOHMK3efZGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/taCSwcBWSOA/s320/1281284181606_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539933503705015394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Antes de te conhecer, admito que o tempo foi ingrato comigo, mas ele sabia o que estava fazendo,e quando menos esperei, ele te colocou em meu caminho, trazendo para minha vida alguém que eu não conhecia, a pureza de um carinho, um olhar de felicidade que você expressa através da alegria que seu coração me retribui. Estar contigo talvez seja um sonho do qual eu nunca vou querer acordar, dormiria a eternidade se fosse preciso só para estar juntinho de ti, do teu lado em teus braços, para eu poder sentir o seu coração batendo junto ao meu, as suas mãos descendo devagarinho pelo meu rosto... toda a minha vida, nunca imaginei gostar de alguém assim. Ter você significa a realização de um sonho, e o despertar de uma realidade que poderá ser eterna, queria tanto te agradecer pelos pouquissimos momentos que tivemos juntos, que foram o bastante para perceber que você é a pessoa certa pra mim e eu sou a pessoa certa pra você, te amo muito mesmo, vou sempre estar aqui com você3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2122325198406302345?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2122325198406302345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2122325198406302345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2122325198406302345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TOHMK3efZGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/taCSwcBWSOA/s72-c/1281284181606_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5933539052758813139</id><published>2010-10-29T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:02:16.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TMtgW0Mt3OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-DZ233EOg1o/s1600/OgAAACwEDTgeiq8qFEcR49mtCc44YepVYHln_5MgR8ydLvFexnToPXbuZZf6PsoPvHEiU2Q0od7muV7CzJVNXgjnpaoAm1T1UJfWyzJz3igXsnyeM21IhdDikA1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TMtgW0Mt3OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-DZ233EOg1o/s320/OgAAACwEDTgeiq8qFEcR49mtCc44YepVYHln_5MgR8ydLvFexnToPXbuZZf6PsoPvHEiU2Q0od7muV7CzJVNXgjnpaoAm1T1UJfWyzJz3igXsnyeM21IhdDikA1j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533622512240155874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da janela eu vejo lembrancas que nao voltam mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5933539052758813139?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5933539052758813139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/da-janela-eu-vejo-lembrancas-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5933539052758813139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5933539052758813139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/da-janela-eu-vejo-lembrancas-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TMtgW0Mt3OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-DZ233EOg1o/s72-c/OgAAACwEDTgeiq8qFEcR49mtCc44YepVYHln_5MgR8ydLvFexnToPXbuZZf6PsoPvHEiU2Q0od7muV7CzJVNXgjnpaoAm1T1UJfWyzJz3igXsnyeM21IhdDikA1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-9132942510281369760</id><published>2010-10-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:55:05.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TLOjipbQI_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/MOe6bQDwEk4/s1600/1286838440099_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TLOjipbQI_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/MOe6bQDwEk4/s320/1286838440099_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526940983344767986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não questiono mais nada, apenas me basta sentir e seguir. Para onde?  Não importa, talvez quando eu descobrir, eu já esteja retornando."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-9132942510281369760?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9132942510281369760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-questiono-mais-nada-apenas-me-basta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/9132942510281369760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/9132942510281369760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-questiono-mais-nada-apenas-me-basta.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TLOjipbQI_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/MOe6bQDwEk4/s72-c/1286838440099_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2665701406527177775</id><published>2010-09-23T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T04:57:56.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TJtArNnYaJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/34IgtKv6Pg0/s1600/tumblr_l6r1esUNsc1qbta3lo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TJtArNnYaJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/34IgtKv6Pg0/s320/tumblr_l6r1esUNsc1qbta3lo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520076879406065810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos são os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar, por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim aprender a amar o que nos foi dado, pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso nunca se vai para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2665701406527177775?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2665701406527177775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2665701406527177775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2665701406527177775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TJtArNnYaJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/34IgtKv6Pg0/s72-c/tumblr_l6r1esUNsc1qbta3lo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-9206558220528652483</id><published>2010-09-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:42:20.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TI1zQ4xkcwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ndbFOFx8yIk/s1600/tumblr_l499lpHIrU1qbse75o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TI1zQ4xkcwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ndbFOFx8yIk/s320/tumblr_l499lpHIrU1qbse75o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516191852554121986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mudam. Querendo ou não, mudam! Os gostos, os rostos, as formas. Simplesmente mudam. Sem nenhuma explicação, sem nenhuma obrigação. Mudam porque cresceram, porque conheceram coisas novas, pessoas novas.&lt;br /&gt;As conversas mudam, os sorrisos mudam, os assuntos mudam.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil perceber e se acostumar que nada será como antes, e isso, de um jeito ou de outro, machuca. Machuca porque ambos mudaram. E isso... isso não dá pra mudar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-9206558220528652483?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9206558220528652483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-pessoas-mudam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/9206558220528652483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/9206558220528652483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-pessoas-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TI1zQ4xkcwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ndbFOFx8yIk/s72-c/tumblr_l499lpHIrU1qbse75o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2131092082439123415</id><published>2010-09-12T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:11:24.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIz7m79MEdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-FuarO7Kemo/s1600/Imagem+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIz7m79MEdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-FuarO7Kemo/s320/Imagem+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516060289969951186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2131092082439123415?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2131092082439123415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2131092082439123415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2131092082439123415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIz7m79MEdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-FuarO7Kemo/s72-c/Imagem+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6382886714681660549</id><published>2010-09-08T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:52:50.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIeizct1mNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZrxoAxuT-mM/s1600/1283549649830_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIeizct1mNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZrxoAxuT-mM/s320/1283549649830_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514555273503938770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao e nada facil enterrar todo mundo que voce ama no passado .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6382886714681660549?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6382886714681660549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-e-nada-facil-enterrar-todo-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6382886714681660549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6382886714681660549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-e-nada-facil-enterrar-todo-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIeizct1mNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZrxoAxuT-mM/s72-c/1283549649830_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3702465527964961131</id><published>2010-09-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:49:16.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIeh-4pSHAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tqTNp4Fen78/s1600/OgAAAI5gJtN4UGwLZJJnr0y_mMHKCS2gEr2NpXeK9rugarIvlAureLZn8vlL0OgHWbljCKkp58M6Iz-L_Nl4DhfK5NIAm1T1UE0sIafiDbBzG_FHVt9Ym59jdyPQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIeh-4pSHAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tqTNp4Fen78/s320/OgAAAI5gJtN4UGwLZJJnr0y_mMHKCS2gEr2NpXeK9rugarIvlAureLZn8vlL0OgHWbljCKkp58M6Iz-L_Nl4DhfK5NIAm1T1UE0sIafiDbBzG_FHVt9Ym59jdyPQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514554370467961858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-3702465527964961131?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3702465527964961131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/s3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3702465527964961131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3702465527964961131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/s3.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIeh-4pSHAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tqTNp4Fen78/s72-c/OgAAAI5gJtN4UGwLZJJnr0y_mMHKCS2gEr2NpXeK9rugarIvlAureLZn8vlL0OgHWbljCKkp58M6Iz-L_Nl4DhfK5NIAm1T1UE0sIafiDbBzG_FHVt9Ym59jdyPQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-7508227703192981983</id><published>2010-09-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:43:09.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIKuw4v_FsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/N_SXl8WPNaQ/s1600/1283042316001_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIKuw4v_FsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/N_SXl8WPNaQ/s320/1283042316001_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513161048745514690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi na mesma velocidade em que chegou. E eu nem ao menos tive tempo de te amar do jeito que sonhei, nem fazer tudo o que planejei., aquela segunda feira em que te conheçi, as suas palavras e promessas, .Mas quando mais eu tento esqueçer, mas a minha mente insiste em me lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, porque é que tudo tem que ser assim? eu que acreditei que finalmente tinha achado o que faltava em mim. Não quis acreditar quando me disseram pra duvidar, não ouvi ninguém, sempre vi mas além. Acreditei em mim, em você, em nós, finalmente a vida poderia estar sorrindo pra mim depois de tanto tempo. Agora talvez seje melhor eu desistir e me acustumar em estar sempre pra depois.,Eu cheguei tarde demais na sua vida e fui apenas uma distração pra você. Talvez sem mim você encontre a sua paz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-7508227703192981983?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7508227703192981983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-se-foi-na-mesma-velocidade-em-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/7508227703192981983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/7508227703192981983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-se-foi-na-mesma-velocidade-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TIKuw4v_FsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/N_SXl8WPNaQ/s72-c/1283042316001_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-7486019799471025611</id><published>2010-08-29T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T06:36:19.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THpiRwMA-SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EuxRdLzMu7Q/s1600/1281527251774_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THpiRwMA-SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EuxRdLzMu7Q/s320/1281527251774_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510825151173818658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me achei hoje, Eu me achei e fugi Alguma coisa me trouxe de volta Então eu não vou desistir, E eu vou ser forte Mesmo que tudo dê errado Eu ainda vou acreditar E eu não vou ter medo Tudo o que sei é que ontem já foi E exatamente agora eu pertenço A esse momento, aos meus sonhos Não importa o que as pessoas dizem Não importa quanto tempo isso leva Acredite em você mesmo, E você vai voar alto E só importa o quão verdadeiro você é Confie em você mesmo, E siga seu coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-7486019799471025611?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7486019799471025611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-me-achei-hoje-eu-me-achei-e-fugi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/7486019799471025611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/7486019799471025611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-me-achei-hoje-eu-me-achei-e-fugi.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THpiRwMA-SI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EuxRdLzMu7Q/s72-c/1281527251774_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3831747040088127464</id><published>2010-08-28T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:43:01.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THnkOHnncjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S_GTYWTedU0/s1600/tumblr_l6wrq7vl4s1qcm0ngo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THnkOHnncjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S_GTYWTedU0/s320/tumblr_l6wrq7vl4s1qcm0ngo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510686550279025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sonhos, parecem impossíveis de se alcançar, mas não podemos  desistir nunca. Quanto mais você vai perdendo as esperanças, mais  distante tal sonho se torna. Muitos tentam nos convencer de que é  loucura ou que nunca iremos conseguir, porém os sonhos são a razão de  toda manhã nos levantarmos da cama e seguirmos a nossa vida, sem os  sonhos não seriamos nada. É como se eles fossem o combustível que nos  alimenta. Como o ar que respiramos. Simplesmente excencial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-3831747040088127464?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3831747040088127464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/alguns-sonhos-parecem-impossiveis-de-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3831747040088127464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3831747040088127464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/alguns-sonhos-parecem-impossiveis-de-se.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THnkOHnncjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S_GTYWTedU0/s72-c/tumblr_l6wrq7vl4s1qcm0ngo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1483507744773895947</id><published>2010-08-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:42:30.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THcmAifU6II/AAAAAAAAAT4/QRNRmLpQScI/s1600/tumblr_l6ymx1hERX1qbfdtho1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THcmAifU6II/AAAAAAAAAT4/QRNRmLpQScI/s320/tumblr_l6ymx1hERX1qbfdtho1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509914459811145858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque temos a necessidade de nos apegar a pessoas, sendo que depois elas vão embora?&lt;br /&gt;- Animais, aves, plantas morrem diariamente pra eles existe um "céu"?&lt;br /&gt;- Qual o sentido da vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-1483507744773895947?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1483507744773895947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/porque-temos-necessidade-de-nos-apegar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1483507744773895947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1483507744773895947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/porque-temos-necessidade-de-nos-apegar.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/THcmAifU6II/AAAAAAAAAT4/QRNRmLpQScI/s72-c/tumblr_l6ymx1hERX1qbfdtho1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2152266752057707774</id><published>2010-08-18T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:34:43.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGxtK5M6FpI/AAAAAAAAATw/ekc6clLyYYg/s1600/tumblr_kswawjg6Iy1qztjq8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGxtK5M6FpI/AAAAAAAAATw/ekc6clLyYYg/s320/tumblr_kswawjg6Iy1qztjq8o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506896478288352914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não houvesse mais palavras...Nenhuma maneira de falar, Eu ainda poderia ouvir você... E mesmo que o Sol se recuse a brilhar...E mesmo que uma poesia não rimar, Você tem aberto meus olhos E mostrado como amar... sem egoísmo...E mesmo que o Sol se recuse a brilhar... E que as estrelas se recusem a noite iluminar.. Será eterno... está na alma e muitooo mais forte ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2152266752057707774?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2152266752057707774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-nao-houvesse-mais-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2152266752057707774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2152266752057707774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-nao-houvesse-mais-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGxtK5M6FpI/AAAAAAAAATw/ekc6clLyYYg/s72-c/tumblr_kswawjg6Iy1qztjq8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6424779142835440852</id><published>2010-08-14T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:45:58.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGdvaZKnoaI/AAAAAAAAATo/n2I3yyeM3sg/s1600/1273443695258_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGdvaZKnoaI/AAAAAAAAATo/n2I3yyeM3sg/s320/1273443695258_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505491568706429346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prazer, meu nome é Robô. Vivo nesse ferro velho chamado Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu  oro todos os dias para que o fim chegue logo ou pelo menos que os  poucos mecanismos que me restam travem por um tempo. Meu motor está  cansado. Meu coração enferrujou-se, não trabalha mais como antes. Não  cabe-me mais nenhum mísero kbyte de memória. E tudo que aqui dentro  está, quero excluir, deletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei a minha vida inteira  clicando em 'felicidades'. Mil e um sonhos zipados contaminados por  vírus. Lindas histórias rodadas no Media Player, terminadas sem um final  feliz. Eu lamento por mim, pela minha alma, - se é que tenho uma - ela  lateja. Ela chora e suas lágrimas destroem-me por dentro, fodem com o  meu sistema, ficando cada vez mais difícil lacrimejar externamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrer  para um descanso é uma proposta tentadora. Morrer da mesma forma que  minha imagem em várias cabeças já faleceu, é justo. Essa minha morte  vivida diariamente que não é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço o comando 'sentir'. Meus  fusíveis queimam conforme cada dia passa, sabe? Posso dizer que sou  digno desse ferro velho. Tenho como função principal acordar. Só não sei  se estarei aqui amanhã pra dizer o mesmo que venho repetindo todos os  dias comigo mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6424779142835440852?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6424779142835440852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/prazer-meu-nome-e-robo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6424779142835440852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6424779142835440852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/prazer-meu-nome-e-robo.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGdvaZKnoaI/AAAAAAAAATo/n2I3yyeM3sg/s72-c/1273443695258_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-637313888264238838</id><published>2010-08-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:28:51.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGQFDjZu3ZI/AAAAAAAAATg/70IdGuKAuGA/s1600/estrada-1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGQFDjZu3ZI/AAAAAAAAATg/70IdGuKAuGA/s320/estrada-1898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504530203154505106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive acordado noite  após noite. Escuto voce me chamar. a solidao se tornou minha unica amiga,alimente-se por dentro com suas proprias maguas,mas me diz se vc veem,me tira daqui ?&lt;br /&gt;Os dias vao passando o que me resta e so lembrancas,lembrancas qe nao volta mais,entao meu coracao me ordenou para colocar os pes no chao e caminhar nessa estrada sera qe vou te econtrar no caminho ou isso e  mera ilusao da minha cabeca?vou seguindo uma trilha qualquer, no caminho encontro suas cartas, palavras de amor se tornaram feridas .O céu já não tem cor, não virou cinzas mais se quebrou, estou tentando colar tudo que restou, mas está tão difícil. Se tornou mais fácil viver sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-637313888264238838?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/637313888264238838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/estive-acordado-noite-apos-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/637313888264238838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/637313888264238838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/estive-acordado-noite-apos-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGQFDjZu3ZI/AAAAAAAAATg/70IdGuKAuGA/s72-c/estrada-1898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2459396387651221607</id><published>2010-08-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T05:46:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGKbdAggYtI/AAAAAAAAATY/xQi3p59BVEY/s1600/tumblr_l6lroqc7mM1qd31ofo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGKbdAggYtI/AAAAAAAAATY/xQi3p59BVEY/s320/tumblr_l6lroqc7mM1qd31ofo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504132617255019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um conceito sobre amizade, amigo pra mim é um alguem proximo que você pode contar todas as horas, um alguem que compartilhe alegrias e tristezas que te conforte que te console, puxões de orelha tambem valem, se for preciso pra manter seus pés no chão, alguem que nunca te abondone, que se preocupe com você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2459396387651221607?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2459396387651221607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-tenho-um-conceito-sobre-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2459396387651221607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2459396387651221607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-tenho-um-conceito-sobre-amizade.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGKbdAggYtI/AAAAAAAAATY/xQi3p59BVEY/s72-c/tumblr_l6lroqc7mM1qd31ofo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2303443667495420645</id><published>2010-08-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:56:16.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGGSr4O6RJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v81eF35ExBM/s1600/1273708011210_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGGSr4O6RJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v81eF35ExBM/s320/1273708011210_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503841502150411410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como pode ser gostar de alguem , esse tal alguem não ser seu (8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2303443667495420645?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2303443667495420645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-pode-ser-gostar-de-alguem-esse-tal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2303443667495420645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2303443667495420645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-pode-ser-gostar-de-alguem-esse-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TGGSr4O6RJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v81eF35ExBM/s72-c/1273708011210_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2298004002564266475</id><published>2010-08-08T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:53:01.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TF7u6BLqooI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pwdJuhrXXig/s1600/1281212067511_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TF7u6BLqooI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pwdJuhrXXig/s320/1281212067511_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503098475210515074" /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(240, 248, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;Eu queria ser uma caixa de lápis de cor. dessas com milhares de cores. gostaria de ter aqueles grafites que pouco quebram, assim, não seria irritante. saberia colorir com muita astúcia. ao ser uma caixa de lápis de cor, queria ter tons fluorescentes e tons de cinzas, todos possíveis. faria dos dias mais coloridos. queria ser a caixa de lápis de cor de uma criança, dessas bem arteiras. queria ser parte de suas artes. queria rabiscar paredes recém-pintadas. ser parte de sóis usando óculos escuros. fazer parte das orelhas de um coelho. das maçãs de uma árvore. só as crianças e os lápis de cor são felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2298004002564266475?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2298004002564266475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-queria-ser-uma-caixa-de-lapis-de-cor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2298004002564266475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2298004002564266475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-queria-ser-uma-caixa-de-lapis-de-cor.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TF7u6BLqooI/AAAAAAAAAS4/pwdJuhrXXig/s72-c/1281212067511_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-238259201386848357</id><published>2010-08-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:59:09.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFzLxNsVtaI/AAAAAAAAASw/3Vqor-P59Vs/s1600/rot_180_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Moro na ponta de um Semi Círculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todos os dias eu atrvesso meu Semi Círculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todos os dias atravesso Meu Mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para poder chegar na outra ponta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na esperança de te ver chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-238259201386848357?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/238259201386848357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/moro-na-ponta-de-um-semi-circulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/238259201386848357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/238259201386848357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/moro-na-ponta-de-um-semi-circulo.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFzLxNsVtaI/AAAAAAAAASw/3Vqor-P59Vs/s72-c/rot_180_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-4141901817840147571</id><published>2010-08-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:15:31.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFt-GFlF3oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iAnyAAq_k1g/s1600/sentimentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFt-GFlF3oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iAnyAAq_k1g/s320/sentimentos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502130012805258882" /&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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Costumava ter um coração no lugar desse buraco que você vê agora,&lt;br /&gt;Costumava brotar sorrisos dessa boca que nem abre mais,&lt;br /&gt;Costumava brilhar esses olhos que choram toda hora,&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava ser feliz, mas agora, tanto faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-4141901817840147571?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4141901817840147571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/costumava-ter-um-coracao-no-lugar-desse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4141901817840147571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4141901817840147571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/costumava-ter-um-coracao-no-lugar-desse.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFt-GFlF3oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iAnyAAq_k1g/s72-c/sentimentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2398361386500955547</id><published>2010-08-05T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:49:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFt4O7L_2CI/AAAAAAAAASI/xKicTvq727w/s1600/MASCARA-GOTICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFt4O7L_2CI/AAAAAAAAASI/xKicTvq727w/s320/MASCARA-GOTICA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502123567564707874" /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;As pessos mudam,&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez são máscaras que caem?&lt;br /&gt;Me poupe o seu teatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2398361386500955547?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2398361386500955547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-pessos-mudam-ou-talvez-sao-mascaras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2398361386500955547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2398361386500955547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-pessos-mudam-ou-talvez-sao-mascaras.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFt4O7L_2CI/AAAAAAAAASI/xKicTvq727w/s72-c/MASCARA-GOTICA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6018398969543151876</id><published>2010-08-05T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:20:38.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFsq8BE9XcI/AAAAAAAAASA/NAjgecYBGLg/s1600/1268326022957_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFsq8BE9XcI/AAAAAAAAASA/NAjgecYBGLg/s320/1268326022957_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502038580332944834" /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minhas pegadas no chão aos poucos desaparecem e o caminho até sua casa vai evaporando em minha mente conforme cada passo que eu dou. Eu queimei os mapas, apaguei todas as mensagens, mas ainda não posso dizer que apaguei você da minha cabeça. Em cada verso e melodia de alguma música, encontrarei doces lembranças suas, mas na realidade nunca vou encontrar você de novo. Como uma peça de teatro que nos envolve os olhos com uma linda história de amor. Você fechou as cortinas desse teatro e então se foi. Uma história de amor que chegou ao fim, sem final feliz. Então posso dizer, que o espetáculo acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6018398969543151876?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6018398969543151876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/minhas-pegadas-no-chao-aos-poucos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6018398969543151876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6018398969543151876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/minhas-pegadas-no-chao-aos-poucos.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFsq8BE9XcI/AAAAAAAAASA/NAjgecYBGLg/s72-c/1268326022957_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-8108709317123547259</id><published>2010-08-04T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:30:16.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFm_G2ZaKFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Vjw5qAeqBHE/s1600/4633956167_514913128d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFm_G2ZaKFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Vjw5qAeqBHE/s320/4633956167_514913128d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501638544211978322" /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nao e impossivel ser feliz quando a gente cresce, so e mais complicado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-8108709317123547259?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8108709317123547259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-e-impossivel-ser-feliz-quando-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/8108709317123547259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/8108709317123547259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-e-impossivel-ser-feliz-quando-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFm_G2ZaKFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Vjw5qAeqBHE/s72-c/4633956167_514913128d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5725099347393992466</id><published>2010-08-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:49:54.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFc9O_yZ28I/AAAAAAAAARw/ROK0fVVpD_A/s1600/OgAAAHWiXHRKlH-4SApVaAtIBX3mAXzGCAgOJSNuFPE11dZNm1eujapf6IWyl0ZOajvl2kBx4WoN4YIwT5uFqOZDVwcAm1T1ULZMMu_BRIAXkjBjRHu3Adt_bcOj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Então deixa que o tempo vai cicatrizar&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/4170583950623767180-5725099347393992466?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5725099347393992466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/entao-deixa-que-o-tempo-vai-cicatrizar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5725099347393992466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5725099347393992466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/entao-deixa-que-o-tempo-vai-cicatrizar.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFc9O_yZ28I/AAAAAAAAARw/ROK0fVVpD_A/s72-c/OgAAAHWiXHRKlH-4SApVaAtIBX3mAXzGCAgOJSNuFPE11dZNm1eujapf6IWyl0ZOajvl2kBx4WoN4YIwT5uFqOZDVwcAm1T1ULZMMu_BRIAXkjBjRHu3Adt_bcOj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3948656040033731767</id><published>2010-07-29T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:13:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFInF9KjA2I/AAAAAAAAARg/_pNqv3Ch-L8/s1600/1274918438314_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFInF9KjA2I/AAAAAAAAARg/_pNqv3Ch-L8/s320/1274918438314_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499501078244426594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;Acho que estou em Forks.&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/4170583950623767180-3948656040033731767?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3948656040033731767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/acho-que-estou-em-forks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3948656040033731767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3948656040033731767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/acho-que-estou-em-forks.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/TFInF9KjA2I/AAAAAAAAARg/_pNqv3Ch-L8/s72-c/1274918438314_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6342832131451030742</id><published>2010-07-29T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:06:52.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu coração está pesado, você não nota? Estou pedindo uma segunda chance. Você só me dá razões e não me dá escolhas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6342832131451030742?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6342832131451030742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/meu-coracao-esta-pesado-voce-nao-nota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6342832131451030742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6342832131451030742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/meu-coracao-esta-pesado-voce-nao-nota.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6601107367349893434</id><published>2010-04-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T05:50:38.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S78ib9dJW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3SODbUiTGEY/s1600/1248620542433_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S78ib9dJW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3SODbUiTGEY/s320/1248620542433_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458119137144953746" /&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;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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(240, 248, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;"Sempre existe no mundo uma pessoa que espera a outra, seja no meio do deserto, seja no meio das grandes cidades.E quando essas pessoas se cruzam, e seus olhos se encontram, todo o passado e todo o futuro perdem qualquer importancia. E só existe aquele momento, e aquela certeza incrível que todas as coisas debaixo do sol foram escritas pela mesma mão. A mão que desperta o amor, e que fez um alma gêmea para cada pessoa que trabalha, descansa e busca tesouros debaixo do sol. Porque sem isso não haveria qualquer sentido para os sonhos da raça humana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6601107367349893434?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6601107367349893434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/sempre-existe-no-mundo-uma-pessoa-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6601107367349893434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6601107367349893434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/sempre-existe-no-mundo-uma-pessoa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S78ib9dJW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3SODbUiTGEY/s72-c/1248620542433_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5266980259483652168</id><published>2010-04-06T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:35:10.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto sua falta Luana Oliveira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S7v9NsBNWRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oBx7tGJrkG8/s1600/1261525094498_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S7v9NsBNWRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oBx7tGJrkG8/s320/1261525094498_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457233785085843730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O brilh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o que recobre a estrela, foi transportado para o brilho dos seus olhos. Estes, intensificando-se, e atingindo ao modo de sua personalidade, tornando-se completamente encantadora, bela, e tão verdadeira.Encantadora e bela, é a aparência que a prevalece ao exterior.Porém, não só domina ao exterior como seu belo, mas seu belo é ainda mais ao interior.. Este, é o que é o mais iluminado. Por seu jeito único, e encantador você conquista à quem queres ao seu lado. Porém, eu pretendo poder, dentre nossa amizade que perdurará por muito tempo, lhe fazer feliz e satisfeita quando ao meu lado. Quero lhe trazer a felicidade, e fazer com que um sorriso brote em seus lábios.Quero poder dizer por tempo indefinido o quão és especial, e o quão eu necessito de você.Um caminho onde você esteja, eu preciso estender minha mão à alcançá-la e seguir o mesmo caminho onde há o brilho radiante de uma amizade tão real e verdadeira.Eu acredito que você é este meu melhor caminho. No entanto, por este e tantos outros motivos, amo x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5266980259483652168?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5266980259483652168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/sinto-sua-falta-luana-oliveira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5266980259483652168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5266980259483652168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/sinto-sua-falta-luana-oliveira.html' title='Sinto sua falta Luana Oliveira'/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S7v9NsBNWRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oBx7tGJrkG8/s72-c/1261525094498_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2556579651756723296</id><published>2010-03-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:15:28.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S7Df7j2YHVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mmtZAw3Asfk/s1600/1253850768611_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S7Df7j2YHVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mmtZAw3Asfk/s320/1253850768611_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454105363074260306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2556579651756723296?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2556579651756723296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2556579651756723296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2556579651756723296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/e.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S7Df7j2YHVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mmtZAw3Asfk/s72-c/1253850768611_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6198385229565661292</id><published>2010-03-29T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:04:15.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6198385229565661292?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6198385229565661292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6198385229565661292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6198385229565661292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-4272127133795757336</id><published>2010-03-27T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:16:58.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S65Znwdk2jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hpn4n46KCsg/s1600/1258045243306_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S65Znwdk2jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hpn4n46KCsg/s320/1258045243306_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453394738350971442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes temos desejos que se tornam tao intensos que nós mesmos nao  acreditamos que seja real,temos sonhos que nos dominam,dizem que as  coisas todas da vida estao nas nossas maos,mas quando se trata da  distancia,como podemos resolver?Nao é tao facil comprar uma passagem e  ir em rumo ao desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Porém o amor as vezes chega magoar  porcausa da distancia,parece que isso quer separar os coraçoes mais  unidos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando amamos de verdade nao podemos jamais perder a fé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-4272127133795757336?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4272127133795757336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-vezes-temos-desejos-que-se-tornam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4272127133795757336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4272127133795757336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-vezes-temos-desejos-que-se-tornam.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S65Znwdk2jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hpn4n46KCsg/s72-c/1258045243306_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1577137154448622235</id><published>2010-03-24T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:31:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S6pobN5M1TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F1-tXXHuk9Q/s1600/z192603132_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S6pobN5M1TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F1-tXXHuk9Q/s320/z192603132_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452285115680740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então meu coração se partiu mais uma vez. E eu sempre soube que isso  iria acontecer novamente,que todo aquele sofrimento iria tomar conta da  minha vida, da minha alma. Tentei solucionar todos os problemas, tentei  ver uma luz no fim do túnel, no fim da minha alma, mas quanto mais eu  nadava, mais eu mergulhava na escuridão,continuo assim como da primeira  vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-1577137154448622235?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1577137154448622235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/entao-meu-coracao-se-partiu-mais-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1577137154448622235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1577137154448622235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/entao-meu-coracao-se-partiu-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S6pobN5M1TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F1-tXXHuk9Q/s72-c/z192603132_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6014480281336826323</id><published>2010-03-23T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:35:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S6jDqe3AexI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1giqzyIqRJk/s1600-h/4345348781_f951053c7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S6jDqe3AexI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1giqzyIqRJk/s320/4345348781_f951053c7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451822483537689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a gente esconde nosso sentimento mais confuso dentro da  gente,no lugar mais fundo que encontramos… e as outras coisas nós vamos  colocando por cima,vamos vivendo e prestando atenção em tudo a nossa  volta. Às vezes a gente desconfia que o sentimento morreu sufocado, a  gente não enxerga mais ele e se pergunta se ele ainda existe.Tiramos  tudo de cima, e vamos cavando pra ver se o reencontramos, pra saber se  ele ainda tá lá, se ainda é forte, pra ver se está tudo em ordem. Dai  vem a surpresa: ele não morreu, não sufocou, não se perdeu no meio de  tantas tralhas. Ele está lá! Não igual ao que era. Ele está mais forte,  muito mais forte. Você sem querer o alimentou com lembranças e com os  poemas mais bonitos, você fez ele crescer ! E não pense que foi contra  sua vontade. O enterrando mostrou como se preocupava com ele e como  ficaria mal caso algo fizesse ele mudar ou se ferir. Você fica mais  confuso, no começo sente raiva, remorso e não entende direito o que está  acontecendo. Mas dessa mistura vai surgindo uma alegria. Quando você  finalmente criou coragem de desenterrar ele, ficou feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6014480281336826323?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6014480281336826323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-vezes-gente-esconde-nosso-sentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6014480281336826323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6014480281336826323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-vezes-gente-esconde-nosso-sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S6jDqe3AexI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1giqzyIqRJk/s72-c/4345348781_f951053c7c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1211199921564214367</id><published>2010-03-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:06:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S54-3l8-vAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OYHmTYChUbw/s1600-h/1268326022957_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S54-3l8-vAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OYHmTYChUbw/s320/1268326022957_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448861723966487554" /&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;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;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;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;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="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 15px; "&gt;Um dia nós iremos nos separar sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, as descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que compartilhamos. Saudades até dos momentos de lágrima, da angústia, das vésperas de finais de semana, de finais de ano, de todas as junções em casa, enfim, do companheirismo vivido. Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre, hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso. Em breve cada um vai pra seu lado, seja pelo destino, ou por algum desentendimento, segue a sua vida, talvez continuemos a nos encontrar, quem sabe.. nos e-mails e scraps trocados. podemos nos telefonar conversar algumas bobagens.. aí os dias vão passar, meses, anos, até este contato tornar-se cada vez mais raro. vamos nos perder no tempo. um dia, nossos filhos verão aquelas fotografias e perguntarão: 'quem são essas pessoas?' e responderemos: 'Esses eram nossos amigos. Foi com eles que vivi os melhores dias de minha vida.' E isso vai doer tanto.&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/4170583950623767180-1211199921564214367?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1211199921564214367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia-nos-iremos-nos-separar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1211199921564214367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1211199921564214367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia-nos-iremos-nos-separar.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S54-3l8-vAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OYHmTYChUbw/s72-c/1268326022957_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1273883314515580048</id><published>2010-03-12T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:24:24.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5qi24ybiRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/57Zf934xa2M/s1600-h/OQAAAPcW6Sv33TDHOFw3ik8Hc0vdoS5PQx2SjowyIR3cJc8TnD4Dzp-P52ra7nsRQSv-Pd6b4qR_YiRnYDbWdjnZIrwAm1T1UGdptcOX6QJaMckyf2pFznTlhyVq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5qi24ybiRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/57Zf934xa2M/s320/OQAAAPcW6Sv33TDHOFw3ik8Hc0vdoS5PQx2SjowyIR3cJc8TnD4Dzp-P52ra7nsRQSv-Pd6b4qR_YiRnYDbWdjnZIrwAm1T1UGdptcOX6QJaMckyf2pFznTlhyVq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447845763098577170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um dia a gente encontra alguém. Alguém que nos preenche e nos faz sentir algo que não sabemos explicar. Alguém que faz a gente cometer loucuras sem querer e às vezes até querendo mesmo. Alguém que faz nosso coração bater mais rápido e mais devagar ao mesmo tempo. Alguém que a gente ama de cara e aprende a amar cada dia mais! Alguém que faz falta quando não está por perto. Alguém que se torna tudo pra você.&lt;div&gt;Um dia alguém cruza nosso caminho. E as linhas do destino se uniram, agora caminhamos juntos, na mesma direção. Monique &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/4170583950623767180-1273883314515580048?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1273883314515580048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-um-dia-gente-encontra-alguem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1273883314515580048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1273883314515580048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-um-dia-gente-encontra-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5qi24ybiRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/57Zf934xa2M/s72-c/OQAAAPcW6Sv33TDHOFw3ik8Hc0vdoS5PQx2SjowyIR3cJc8TnD4Dzp-P52ra7nsRQSv-Pd6b4qR_YiRnYDbWdjnZIrwAm1T1UGdptcOX6QJaMckyf2pFznTlhyVq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-8819838548122042631</id><published>2010-03-08T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:10:15.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5TausWW0iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lQ6crY1J4vw/s1600-h/1268037874163_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5TausWW0iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lQ6crY1J4vw/s320/1268037874163_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446218345111540258" /&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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem inventou o amr ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-8819838548122042631?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8819838548122042631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-inventou-o-amr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/8819838548122042631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/8819838548122042631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-inventou-o-amr.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5TausWW0iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lQ6crY1J4vw/s72-c/1268037874163_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-4524899598424226429</id><published>2010-03-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:43:20.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5FezwqsOrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NvWhlwBg7LU/s1600-h/Imagem+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5FezwqsOrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NvWhlwBg7LU/s320/Imagem+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445237667797940914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-4524899598424226429?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4524899598424226429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4524899598424226429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4524899598424226429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5FezwqsOrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NvWhlwBg7LU/s72-c/Imagem+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1929690694358489754</id><published>2010-03-05T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:42:35.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S5Fek4hn7vI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NzvEAfFqSrE/s1600-h/Imagem+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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Eu quero ficar com você so vc (8), eu nunca pensei que seria assim que um dia iria me sentir assim, nunca imaginei que um dia poderia encontrar alguém que ia além do que eu sonhava, até que você apareceu na minha vida, e com todo esse seu jeito, melhorou tudo. Quando eu vejo o quanto eu amo você, ai eu posso ver que agora sim eu sei o que é amar alguém de verdade, porque a cada dia que passa eu aprendo isso com você. Eu queria poder ver você sorrindo, poder te abraçar todos os dias, poder sentir seu cheiro, isso já bastaria pra mim. Mas eu posso esperar, porque por você eu sei que vale a pena. Quando eu estou com você, eu não preciso de mais nada, só de ver o teu sorriso, eu já me sinto no meu paraíso. Não há outra pessoa que me complete tanto como você me completa, só você, pra sempre! O meu amor por você é tão grande que 'eu te amo' ás vezes não basta,mais não existem palavras ao certo que definem o tamanho do amor que sinto por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6057810064825583385?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6057810064825583385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-mes-o-primeiro-de-muitos-que-ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6057810064825583385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-211261742761115327</id><published>2010-02-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:07:10.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S2tgivP6OHI/AAAAAAAAALM/jJeIcOUK2Ws/s1600-h/OgAAAIti5_BHVj-Zdp7G09vmKHrFIaKZB0W1a6w73vKXXtrJ0lRe7_7O1AkjTjs6lkeDxuiQqI6jqHWnCmz0RF8SD_8Am1T1UF9I0t-5M1EyzOFQE7OY8PJKYKu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S2tgivP6OHI/AAAAAAAAALM/jJeIcOUK2Ws/s320/OgAAAIti5_BHVj-Zdp7G09vmKHrFIaKZB0W1a6w73vKXXtrJ0lRe7_7O1AkjTjs6lkeDxuiQqI6jqHWnCmz0RF8SD_8Am1T1UF9I0t-5M1EyzOFQE7OY8PJKYKu4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434543525267650674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;já não aguento mais acordar sem te ter. Eu nunca, NUNCA vou ser capaz de desistir de você , pois só você sabe que tudo o que se encontra em mim por você é tão grande o suficiente pra fazer durar a eternidade, porque sim, eu acredito nela e acredito que agente ainda possa provar o gosto dela tão de perto, ,porque eu ainda quero muuuuuito acordar e poder olhar dentro dos seus olhos e encontrar tudo aquilo que me faz seguro,e saber que ali dentro tem algo diferente pelo qual faz eu ficar cada vez, a cada dia, mais obsecado por você! Eu seria incapaz de dizer tantas formas de eu te amo diferentes por dia,se não sentisse algo verdadeiramente grande pra isso.Eu vou aonde tiver que ir se for com você, porque eu faço o que precisar e não importa o que você faça eu vou sempre estar ali,ou aqui ou tanto faz mais eu estarei aonde você estiver, não importanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-211261742761115327?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/211261742761115327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-nao-aguento-mais-acordar-sem-te-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/211261742761115327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/211261742761115327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-nao-aguento-mais-acordar-sem-te-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S2tgivP6OHI/AAAAAAAAALM/jJeIcOUK2Ws/s72-c/OgAAAIti5_BHVj-Zdp7G09vmKHrFIaKZB0W1a6w73vKXXtrJ0lRe7_7O1AkjTjs6lkeDxuiQqI6jqHWnCmz0RF8SD_8Am1T1UF9I0t-5M1EyzOFQE7OY8PJKYKu4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3402164563050262376</id><published>2010-01-14T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:35:10.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S0-bjSAH9DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HG4fZA97uFg/s1600-h/1257891508758_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S0-bjSAH9DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HG4fZA97uFg/s320/1257891508758_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426727106434823218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual seria exatamente a definição de amor? No meu vocabulário está relacionado a paz! Se não trás paz não é amor, se não tem amor, não serve pra nada. As vezes a gente procura a paz em alguém que se diz ser melhor que os outros, ou em alguém que se mostra forte e seguro, quando não vemos que o que procuramos está a nossa frente, a nossa volta sem ao menos procurarmos. Pra que essa fachada toda? Se ninguém é de pedra e mesmo que demore uma hora o coração amolece e a pessoa desmancha. Mesmo que você não entenda o porque. E mesmo que nós não entendamos o por que naquela hora, o destino, &lt;b&gt;nada&lt;/b&gt; é capaz de mudar. As coisas a gente supera, não dá pra remoer magoas pro resto da vida! As brigas a gente resolve, não dá pra se sentir culpado por não correr atrás de algo que te fez bem, e mesmo que a culpa não fosse sua; pelo resto da vida. As brigas a gente resolve, não dá pra se sentir culpado por não correr atrás de algo que te fez bem, e mesmo que a culpa não fosse sua; pelo resto da vida. Não dá pra dizer que nunca mais vai amar e se iludir só por que já deu com a cara no chão algumas vezes. Não dá pra virar a cara pro mundo e se esconder no seu quarto pro resto dos dias, por que alguém não quis sair com você. Você ainda vai provar muito do lado amargo da vida. E mesmo que eu nao tenha vivido nem metade da minha vida, eu já tenho consciencia de que nada é tão fácil, e eu tento mostrar isso as pessoas que eu amo, para tentar evitar de que algo de ruim aconteça. Sentir falta de algo ou alguém é a coisa mais comum desse mundo, basta saber controlar; e quem sabe lembrar, pois ouvi dizer por ai que a melhor ponte pro passado são as memórias. Sentir vontade de chorar e não ter a minima vergonha que vejam, sabe, foda-se. Se estiverem ao menos um pouco de sentimentos não se importariam, e se estivessem um pouco mais, talvez se exaltariam! E antes de tudo isso, ainda bem o AMOR! É ele que faz superar tudo, ultrapassar os limites que o nosso coração impõe, resgatar o passado e abrir um sorriso. Isso fará bem a todos. E se mesmo assim, pra você, amar não faz sentido, pare, pense, e provoque um sorriso no rosto de alguém! Vai perceber então que o amor esta no fundo dos olhos das pessoas que menos esperamos, e então aprenderemos &lt;b&gt;tudo&lt;/b&gt; com elas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-3402164563050262376?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3402164563050262376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3402164563050262376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3402164563050262376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/S0-bjSAH9DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HG4fZA97uFg/s72-c/1257891508758_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5298004886937231338</id><published>2009-12-23T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:23:10.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SzLej5rGIxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aRXPFjDb6yE/s1600-h/1240193928862_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SzLej5rGIxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aRXPFjDb6yE/s320/1240193928862_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638010038493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar não resolve, falar pouco é uma virtude. Aprender a se colocar em primeiro lugar não é egocentrismo e o que não mata, com certeza fortalece. Vontades efêmeras não valem a pena, quem faz uma vez não faz duas necessariamente, mas quem faz dez, com certeza faz onze. Essa história de que é melhor acordar arrependido do que dormir com vontade é mentira! Perdoar é nobre, esquecer é quase impossível. Nem todo mundo é tão legal assim, e de perto ninguém é normal. Quem te merece não te faz chorar, quem gosta cuida, o que está no passado tem motivos para não fazer parte do seu presente. Não é preciso perder pra aprender a dar valor, e os amigos ainda se contam nos dedos. Aos poucos você percebe o que vale a pena, o que se deve guardar pro resto da vida e o que nunca deveria ter entrado nela. Pra qualquer escolha segue alguma consequência. Não tem como esconder a verdade, nem tem como enterrar o passado. Ás vezes mudar é preciso, nem tudo vai ser como você quer... a vida continua! O tempo sempre vai ser o melhor remédio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5298004886937231338?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5298004886937231338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/chorar-nao-resolve-falar-pouco-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5298004886937231338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5298004886937231338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/chorar-nao-resolve-falar-pouco-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SzLej5rGIxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aRXPFjDb6yE/s72-c/1240193928862_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-4907225348880307775</id><published>2009-12-17T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:40:12.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SyoYGeuNe7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3TirLvO0frY/s1600-h/1249619135773_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SyoYGeuNe7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3TirLvO0frY/s320/1249619135773_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416168001471609778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quis que isso fosse de propósito. Mas aconteceu. Nossa amizade colorida, apesar de virtual. Eu gosto de falar com você, de cada palavra sua me encanta. Eu gosto tanto de você, e preciso te encontrar, de algum jeito, de alguma maneira possível. sei que Deus vai me ajudar, porque isso é tudo que eu mais quero. Quero ver você, e poder te abraçar. Eu nunca pensei que fosse gostar de alguém assim, tão de repente. Mas quando você apareceu na minha vida, mesmo que através de uma tela de computador, tudo mudou. E o que eu mais desejo é poder te ver, te tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, isso basta. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudade de vc =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-4907225348880307775?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4907225348880307775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bea-nunca-quis-que-isso-fosse-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4907225348880307775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/4907225348880307775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/bea-nunca-quis-que-isso-fosse-de.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SyoYGeuNe7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3TirLvO0frY/s72-c/1249619135773_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6494197386539145433</id><published>2009-11-14T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:30:16.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sv9nWDb4JvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3gRWzzuq2eM/s1600-h/1257642353742_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sv9nWDb4JvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3gRWzzuq2eM/s320/1257642353742_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404151706444900082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já não me importa se tudo está um caos, se aqui dentro de mim está na perfeita paz, naquela paz que eu sempre quiz pra mim, naquela aminésia que eu sempre quiz ter pra você. Se tudo ao redor está desmoronando, o que importa é dentro de mim, se eu desmoronei um dia, hoje estou intacto por dentro. Se meu coração foi quebrado em mínimos pedaçinhos, hoje afirmo que ele está aqui a bater, bater por mim e não por você. Posso estar falando apenas pra alguém, mas posso estar falando pra tanta gente, tudo o que eu sinto é um retorno de todo aquele mal, de toda aquela agressão psicológica que diversos seres nesse mundo tem a fácil capacidade de fazer e não sentir dentro de si. E a cada dia que passa, vou aprender a manter os pés cada vez mais no chão, prefiro voar comigo mesmo, do que voar naqueles sonhos que sempre voei e acabei caindo do nada, apenas pra viver pesadelos que ao meu ver eram intermináveis. E toda aquela poeira que meus olhos aguentavam todos os dias, formaram o meu chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6494197386539145433?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6494197386539145433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-ja-nao-me-importa-se-tudo-esta-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6494197386539145433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6494197386539145433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-ja-nao-me-importa-se-tudo-esta-um.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sv9nWDb4JvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3gRWzzuq2eM/s72-c/1257642353742_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-7459894202774460813</id><published>2009-11-10T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:09:13.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas são só pessoas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Svk7ggliZTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/noQeAeGLzC8/s1600-h/1231418351917_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Svk7ggliZTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/noQeAeGLzC8/s320/1231418351917_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402414657696851250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado, parece até bem óbvio, mas não dá pra apagar da memória tudo oque acontece nas nossas vidas. A cada passo, construimos um livro que mais tarde poderá ser aberto, e contado por pessoas que nos admirarão ou que, também nos julgou insignificante. Hoje eu percebi que pessoas nunca podem ser julgadas como PASSADO, pois elas estão mais perto de que todos imaginam estão todas dentro de nós nas nossas memórias, tem algumas que chegam na nossa vida e não lhe damos tanta importância, mas a realidade é bem diferente. Se hoje eu estou aqui é porque tem algum propósito tenho algo a fazer, porque na verdade somos todos imortais, embora alguns creiam que somos mortais sentimentos são mortais, pessoas são imortais. mentes reflete a realidade de algo que não se conseguiu. As vezes eu olho a minha volta e vejo so monstros canibais, mas em outras ocasiões eu vejo pessoas, que são somentes pessoas não pode mudar oque você pretende construir. E o mundo continua girando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-7459894202774460813?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7459894202774460813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/pessoas-sao-so-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/7459894202774460813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/7459894202774460813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/pessoas-sao-so-pessoas.html' title='Pessoas são só pessoas.'/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Svk7ggliZTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/noQeAeGLzC8/s72-c/1231418351917_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-739709333054285407</id><published>2009-11-09T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:55:56.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Svg7Z8SlxxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rup6vyHMymk/s1600-h/1228735994108_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Svg7Z8SlxxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rup6vyHMymk/s320/1228735994108_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402133069897778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma pequena bolha de alegria aparecer no mar da sua consciência,retenha-a e procure aumentá-la. Continue soprando a bolha para que ela rompa as paredes que a limitam e se transforme em um mar de alegria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-739709333054285407?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/739709333054285407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-uma-pequena-bolha-de-alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/739709333054285407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/739709333054285407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-uma-pequena-bolha-de-alegria.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Svg7Z8SlxxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rup6vyHMymk/s72-c/1228735994108_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3672884409689491775</id><published>2009-10-22T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:01:14.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SuBXRlvKeyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nt-y_2uwTRI/s1600-h/1256187791056_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SuBXRlvKeyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nt-y_2uwTRI/s320/1256187791056_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395408313289177890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão bom sair por aquela porta e conhecer alguém sem precisar procurar no meio da multidão. Alguém que soubesse se aproximar sem ser invasivo ou que não se esforçasse tanto para parecer interessante. Alguém de quem eu não quisesse fugir quando a intimidade derrubasse nossas máscaras, que segurasse minha mão e tocasse meu coração. Que não me prendesse, não me limitasse, não me mudasse, alguém que me roubasse um beijo no meio de uma briga e me tirasse a razão sem que isso me ameaçasse. Que me dissesse que eu canto mal, que eu falo demais e que risse das vezes em que eu fosse desastrada. Alguém de quem eu não precisasse.. mas com quem eu quisesse estar sem motivo certo. Alguém com qualidades e defeitos suportáveis, que não fosse tão bonito e ainda assim eu não conseguisse olhar em outra direção. Que me encontrasse até quando eu tento desesperadamente me esconder do mundo. Eu queria sair por aquela porta e conhecer alguém imperfeito, mas feito pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-3672884409689491775?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3672884409689491775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/seria-tao-bom-sair-por-aquela-porta-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3672884409689491775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3672884409689491775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/seria-tao-bom-sair-por-aquela-porta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SuBXRlvKeyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nt-y_2uwTRI/s72-c/1256187791056_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6599555674688382716</id><published>2009-10-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:46:20.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SslPzwhhqSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sZTZ4E9bOTM/s1600-h/noitespordormirbypathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SslPzwhhqSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sZTZ4E9bOTM/s320/noitespordormirbypathy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388926179742951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amadurecimento é igual a viver, mas nós não amadurecemos conforme os anos vão passando, e sim pelos momentos pelos quais passamos em nossas vidas e que nos fazem crescer, nos fazem mudar, nos fazem ser melhores do que éramos, nos fazem evoluir; momentos estes que podem ser bons ou ruins, mas que sem eles, a vida, a nossa vida, não existiria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6599555674688382716?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6599555674688382716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/amadurecimento-e-igual-viver-mas-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6599555674688382716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6599555674688382716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/amadurecimento-e-igual-viver-mas-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SslPzwhhqSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sZTZ4E9bOTM/s72-c/noitespordormirbypathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5892246718799995775</id><published>2009-09-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:58:11.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sr2Cyj1YvwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LcDEfbdF3TY/s1600-h/OQAAAAvS1Y9xDvUp7MulbYKj0d8sXEUjeMQEoUC89Bldg04k1V2sqs07kEdww6-lLrSMoOn-vKFPR-sZ68x2K_lmB84Am1T1UH-qMwcbUq1y2LADx33tqe-hnCPa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sr2Cyj1YvwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LcDEfbdF3TY/s320/OQAAAAvS1Y9xDvUp7MulbYKj0d8sXEUjeMQEoUC89Bldg04k1V2sqs07kEdww6-lLrSMoOn-vKFPR-sZ68x2K_lmB84Am1T1UH-qMwcbUq1y2LADx33tqe-hnCPa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385604534529212162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nos perguntamos &lt;b&gt;inumeras&lt;/b&gt; vezes por onde anda a tão sonhada felicidade,e esquecemos de olhar envolta pra procura-la,ou ao menos tentar construir ao envez de apenas reclamar,perdemos tempo demais procurando algo em grande coisas quando podemos ser &lt;u&gt;bem&lt;/u&gt; mais felizes com pequenas atitudes/palavras. De valor a TODOS que te querem bem,aos momentos mais tolos que podem fazer seu dia se tornar especial nao deixe a rotina tomar conta de você , ou faça da rotina sua alida,sua amiga! Sempre podemos ser felizes,com amigos e amores , basta querermos.A vida é feita de dias se temos o dia de hojê para que esperar o amanhã pra sermos felizes ...&lt;br /&gt;Viva e desfrute da vida ; &lt;b&gt;s2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5892246718799995775?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5892246718799995775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes-nos-perguntamos-inumeras-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5892246718799995775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5892246718799995775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes-nos-perguntamos-inumeras-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sr2Cyj1YvwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LcDEfbdF3TY/s72-c/OQAAAAvS1Y9xDvUp7MulbYKj0d8sXEUjeMQEoUC89Bldg04k1V2sqs07kEdww6-lLrSMoOn-vKFPR-sZ68x2K_lmB84Am1T1UH-qMwcbUq1y2LADx33tqe-hnCPa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-2678305527991065187</id><published>2009-09-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:39:30.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SrZ2vbU12CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/00lYgA5Gd4g/s1600-h/1200929711_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SrZ2vbU12CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/00lYgA5Gd4g/s320/1200929711_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620961729108002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos você percebe o que vale a pena, o que se deve guardar pro resto da vida, e o que nunca deveria ter entrado nela. Não tem como esconder a verdade, nem tem como enterrar o passado, o tempo sempre vai ser o melhor remédio, mas seus resultados nem sempre são imediatos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-2678305527991065187?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2678305527991065187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-poucos-voce-percebe-o-que-vale-pena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2678305527991065187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/2678305527991065187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-poucos-voce-percebe-o-que-vale-pena.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SrZ2vbU12CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/00lYgA5Gd4g/s72-c/1200929711_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5305937546656320071</id><published>2009-09-17T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:35:41.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=81130429"&gt;Não mporta mais,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; parei de olhar para trás e achar que o que tinha antes pode voltar no depois, prefiro um destino incerto e cheio de dúvidas, mas que ainda ei de descobri. enquanto isso:procurarei ser eu mesmo, com as minhas chatisses e idéias sem noção, com conversas idiotas e risadas doidas; aproveitando o máximo as pessoas, sem procurar conquistá - las por algo que não sou, chega de ser amiguinho de todo mundo; vou tentar não ter medo de errar, parar de pensar só querendo acertar, o que é a vida sem os tropeços e as lições contidas neles? agora vou atrás da minha felicidade custe o que custar: deixarei meus sonhos pra quando estiver dormindo, confiarei nas pessoas certas, acreditarei no impossível, viverei sem medo, amarei quando meu coração tiver certeza, procurarei não iludir ninguém, e não fecharei meus olhos pro mundo transformando - o em uma bolha.&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/4170583950623767180-5305937546656320071?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5305937546656320071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-mporta-mais-parei-de-olhar-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5305937546656320071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5305937546656320071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-mporta-mais-parei-de-olhar-para.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5576189811927858361</id><published>2009-08-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:05:25.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Spl3Of5KqtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ZJJg-ByDmk/s1600-h/1231843064097_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Spl3Of5KqtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ZJJg-ByDmk/s320/1231843064097_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375458721206545106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe.Mas te procuro todas as noites .&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe...Mas fico feliz quando você vem.&lt;br /&gt;Olho para você, na expectativa de um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Te espero assim como o sol, espera pelo amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Te espero assim como a lua, espera pela noite&lt;br /&gt;Certa que virá!Não me importa se vens através de telas.&lt;br /&gt;O que importa, é que venhas.&lt;br /&gt;Suas letrinhas são iguais a de todos os outros,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas suas palavras são firmes...&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue me fazer acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você não saiba, mas quando me falas...&lt;br /&gt;Quando brinca comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me escutas...&lt;br /&gt;Exerce a nobre tarefa&lt;br /&gt;Assim. Cativa-me...&lt;br /&gt;Escuto seu sorriso, através do sons do teclado.&lt;br /&gt;Ouço teu coração através do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tua alegria através da minha alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe de vir.*-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5576189811927858361?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5576189811927858361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-nao-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5576189811927858361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5576189811927858361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-nao-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Spl3Of5KqtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ZJJg-ByDmk/s72-c/1231843064097_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3025958251162661330</id><published>2009-08-10T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:21:25.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SoCq0lPvhMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u7pLn3ifDKE/s1600-h/OgAAACmLdx2faaeR-gwpwTfeb--IkBpi2hjK7uNcZS1inCIszAJoVsguoiLHgYrYJTbXF11N0mxq45zeBew821HE3U4Am1T1UGxP5GA-7jEvqgAzVhYxRsIvi_ep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SoCq0lPvhMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u7pLn3ifDKE/s320/OgAAACmLdx2faaeR-gwpwTfeb--IkBpi2hjK7uNcZS1inCIszAJoVsguoiLHgYrYJTbXF11N0mxq45zeBew821HE3U4Am1T1UGxP5GA-7jEvqgAzVhYxRsIvi_ep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368478576153691330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu queria que ser a última coisa que você pensasse antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;eu queria ser a primeira coisa que você pensasse ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;eu queria ser o culpado da tua felicidade; eu queria que tudo o que você fizesse, de alguma forma, tivesse o objetivo de me deixar feliz, e sendo assim deixasse em você o dobro da felicidade que eu sentisse. mas eu olho pros cantos e não existe ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;e toda a noite a neblina que aquece, a lua me olha, tudo é tão lindo, te desenho aqui. e derrepente tudo fica tão feio, chove algo dos meus olhos, soluços vão se acalmando, olhos vão se apagando e você não está aqui e mesmo que estivesse, não estaria pra mim. :~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-3025958251162661330?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3025958251162661330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-queria-que-ser-ultima-coisa-que-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3025958251162661330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3025958251162661330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-queria-que-ser-ultima-coisa-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SoCq0lPvhMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/u7pLn3ifDKE/s72-c/OgAAACmLdx2faaeR-gwpwTfeb--IkBpi2hjK7uNcZS1inCIszAJoVsguoiLHgYrYJTbXF11N0mxq45zeBew821HE3U4Am1T1UGxP5GA-7jEvqgAzVhYxRsIvi_ep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5326280127181725271</id><published>2009-07-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:46:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SmxsDFhlv6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2iyziwIluJY/s1600-h/OgAAAP9PR8zPvDaA1TbPd3e-gedDWsJCn_95XB2RC24gh73MsFXkdB7IEB1dOaaaceq3aIUKNSyd85m-ryDm-dKpArMAm1T1UDW4cCFPJEE-qwgP4hC4UrTCS-qS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SmxsDFhlv6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2iyziwIluJY/s320/OgAAAP9PR8zPvDaA1TbPd3e-gedDWsJCn_95XB2RC24gh73MsFXkdB7IEB1dOaaaceq3aIUKNSyd85m-ryDm-dKpArMAm1T1UDW4cCFPJEE-qwgP4hC4UrTCS-qS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362780056569888674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre existe no mundo uma pessoa que espera a outra, seja no meio do deserto, seja no meio das grandes cidades.E quando essas pessoas se cruzam, e seus olhos se encontram, todo o passado e todo o futuro perdem qualquer importancia. E só existe aquele momento, e aquela certeza incrível que todas as coisas debaixo do sol foram escritas pela mesma mão. A mão que desperta o amor, e que fez um alma gêmea para cada pessoa que trabalha, descansa e busca tesouros debaixo do sol. Porque sem isso não haveria qualquer sentido para os sonhos da raça humana"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5326280127181725271?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5326280127181725271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sempre-existe-no-mundo-uma-pessoa-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5326280127181725271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5326280127181725271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/sempre-existe-no-mundo-uma-pessoa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SmxsDFhlv6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/2iyziwIluJY/s72-c/OgAAAP9PR8zPvDaA1TbPd3e-gedDWsJCn_95XB2RC24gh73MsFXkdB7IEB1dOaaaceq3aIUKNSyd85m-ryDm-dKpArMAm1T1UDW4cCFPJEE-qwgP4hC4UrTCS-qS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5749096163390929401</id><published>2009-07-22T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:13:29.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sme5GU8im3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mldLF-B_Lkg/s1600-h/OgAAAH-Z001r--UmEjyZrd1rLUYVi_WNGW2NL-PSgst0Shwqfvw6zslpY3x3xMJjf8gn4XPHkVH3edkB4zsGlj-DgloAm1T1UNfdI2I6rpEZWdzS78mAGH_Lo5j-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sme5GU8im3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mldLF-B_Lkg/s320/OgAAAH-Z001r--UmEjyZrd1rLUYVi_WNGW2NL-PSgst0Shwqfvw6zslpY3x3xMJjf8gn4XPHkVH3edkB4zsGlj-DgloAm1T1UNfdI2I6rpEZWdzS78mAGH_Lo5j-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361457399760853874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia ficar acordado só para ouvir você respirar&lt;br /&gt;Ver o seu rosto sorrindo enquanto você dorme&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você está longe e sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia passar minha vida inteira nessa doce entrega&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia me perder neste momento para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Todo momento que eu passo com você é o máximo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero fechar meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pegar no sono&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sentiria a sua falta, baby&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero perder nada&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo quando eu sonho com você&lt;br /&gt;O sonho mais doce nunca vai ser suficiente&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda sentiria a sua falta, baby&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero perder nada&lt;br /&gt;Deitado perto de você, sentindo o seu coração bater&lt;br /&gt;E imaginando o que você está sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando se sou eu quem você está vendo&lt;br /&gt;Então eu beijo seus olhos e agradeço a Deus por estarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero ficar com você&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento para sempre, para todo o sempre&lt;br /&gt;Não quero perder um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Não quero perder um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu só quero ficar com você&lt;br /&gt;Aqui com você, apenas assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero te abraçar forte&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu coração perto do meu&lt;br /&gt;E ficar aqui neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Por todo o resto dos tempos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5749096163390929401?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5749096163390929401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-poderia-ficar-acordado-so-para-ouvir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5749096163390929401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5749096163390929401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-poderia-ficar-acordado-so-para-ouvir.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sme5GU8im3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/mldLF-B_Lkg/s72-c/OgAAAH-Z001r--UmEjyZrd1rLUYVi_WNGW2NL-PSgst0Shwqfvw6zslpY3x3xMJjf8gn4XPHkVH3edkB4zsGlj-DgloAm1T1UNfdI2I6rpEZWdzS78mAGH_Lo5j-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1964074227043675170</id><published>2009-07-22T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:32:20.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Smb4pS-ByDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-m-koftQjkc/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Smb4pS-ByDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-m-koftQjkc/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361245794781481010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez ser a pessoa que sou hoje. Sempre querendo o meu bem, assim como quero o seu, você se sacrificou por mim,palavras não seriam o suficiente pra descrever o quanto sou grato; Obrigado, por sempre querer me ajudar, obrigado por TODA a ajuda que você me da desde o dia que a gente se conheceu. O meu dever é cuidar de você, eu te amo tanto ♥&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu você e uma luz se acendeu,como um anjo lindo que o céu me deu ,sabe me entender, seja como e onde for,você me aceita como eu sou,me faz acreditar que tudo posso alcançar. Uma amizade da mais pura e verdadeira, da qual preciso pra vida inteira x33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-1964074227043675170?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1964074227043675170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-me-fez-ser-pessoa-que-sou-hoje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1964074227043675170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1964074227043675170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-me-fez-ser-pessoa-que-sou-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Smb4pS-ByDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-m-koftQjkc/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-386741695660003981</id><published>2009-07-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:58:42.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SmINJZm_UII/AAAAAAAAAFY/FXDd3C6poUc/s1600-h/pinkparis1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SmINJZm_UII/AAAAAAAAAFY/FXDd3C6poUc/s320/pinkparis1233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359860961668714626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que amores eternos podem acabar em uma noite; Que grandes amigos podem se tornar grandes inimigos; Que o amor, sozinho, não tem a força que imaginei; Que ouvir aos outros é o melhor remédio e o pior veneno; Que a gente nunca conhece uma pessoa de verdade, afinal gastamos uma vida inteira para conhecer a nós mesmos; Que os poucos amigos que te apóiam na queda, são muito mais fortes do que os muitos que te empurram; Que o “nunca mais“ nunca se cumpre; Que o “para sempre“ sempre acaba; Que minha família com suas 1000 diferenças, está sempre aqui quando eu preciso; Que ainda não inventaram nada melhor do que colo de mãe desde que o mundo é mundo; Que vou sempre me surpreender, seja com os outros ou comigo; Que vou cair e levantar milhões de vezes... e ainda não vou ter aprendido tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-386741695660003981?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/386741695660003981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/aprendi-que-amores-eternos-podem-acabar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/386741695660003981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/386741695660003981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/aprendi-que-amores-eternos-podem-acabar.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SmINJZm_UII/AAAAAAAAAFY/FXDd3C6poUc/s72-c/pinkparis1233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6966392784087678283</id><published>2009-07-15T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:41:13.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sl5o-0td6vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eZH_R-8ezAI/s1600-h/OgAAANcHinHQW7NpoPbWZ-xzhUnSL0lFlBxkW2OjuRsq2W9aZmVr0Z_Vn-JAdmOS_ikDy6qzug8N2S1ufYu9qJQpCIUAm1T1ULrTqNaBenf27UHhXT7gbWW_0psN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sl5o-0td6vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eZH_R-8ezAI/s320/OgAAANcHinHQW7NpoPbWZ-xzhUnSL0lFlBxkW2OjuRsq2W9aZmVr0Z_Vn-JAdmOS_ikDy6qzug8N2S1ufYu9qJQpCIUAm1T1ULrTqNaBenf27UHhXT7gbWW_0psN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358836035127995122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é tarde demais para mudar. Nunca é tarde para se tomar uma providência. Nunca é tarde demais para lembrar que um dia já fomos românticos. Nem nunca é tarde para dizer eu te amo. Nunca é tarde demais para se aprender uma nova língua. E também nunca será tarde para correr atrás daquele sonho. E nem daquele amor. Nunca é tarde demais para se buscar um ideal. Nunca é tarde para começar a cuidar da saúde. Nunca é tarde demais para conquistar novos amigos. Nunca será tarde para fazer aquela viagem. Nunca é tarde demais. Nunca é tarde demais para começar tudo de novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6966392784087678283?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6966392784087678283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-e-tarde-demais-para-mudar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6966392784087678283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6966392784087678283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-e-tarde-demais-para-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sl5o-0td6vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/eZH_R-8ezAI/s72-c/OgAAANcHinHQW7NpoPbWZ-xzhUnSL0lFlBxkW2OjuRsq2W9aZmVr0Z_Vn-JAdmOS_ikDy6qzug8N2S1ufYu9qJQpCIUAm1T1ULrTqNaBenf27UHhXT7gbWW_0psN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6003250489223181655</id><published>2009-07-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:00:23.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu acordei olhei pro sol que estava se pondo e a primeira pessoa que me veio na cabeça foi você, deve ser porque o brilho do sol era parecido com o brilho do teu olhar, deve ser porque encontrei no sol a ternura que só encontro no teu sorriso, deve ser porque quando eu olhei pro sol senti aquela sensação boa que sinto desde que você entro na minha vida, deve ser porque quando eu olhei pro sol minha mente fica limpa e a única coisa que lembro é de você, do seu jeito, do seu sorriso, pareço até estar em outro mundo, porque me vejo sozinho sem ninguém pra encomodar fico só ali pensando em ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6003250489223181655?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6003250489223181655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-eu-acordei-olhei-pro-sol-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6003250489223181655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6003250489223181655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-eu-acordei-olhei-pro-sol-que.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-5956583964177705784</id><published>2009-07-07T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:30:25.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SlPactt1KxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-Yq_USe7tlA/s1600-h/nimgalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SlPactt1KxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-Yq_USe7tlA/s320/nimgalad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355864568716667666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nossos sonhos,caem no chão, como pedacinhos de estrelas que pouco aos pouco se apagam, e o nosso coração, chora em silêncio, e quando as lágrimas caem, gelam todo o corpo. O coração, de tanto amar se converte em gelo para não sofrer mais, para já não chorar. Mas se voltar ao céu, se dará conta que tem milhões de estrelas e cada uma é um sonho por cumprir, e a força em seu interior derreterá o gelo em seu coração. Só nunca deixes de crer, porque o amor e seus sonhos são a única porta para a eternidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-5956583964177705784?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5956583964177705784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-nossos-sonhoscaem-no-chao-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5956583964177705784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/5956583964177705784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-nossos-sonhoscaem-no-chao-como.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/SlPactt1KxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-Yq_USe7tlA/s72-c/nimgalad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-6637471826230087434</id><published>2009-07-04T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:06:41.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk_8kzpTPYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T19qkSg_b4g/s1600-h/1244780989910_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk_8kzpTPYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T19qkSg_b4g/s320/1244780989910_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354776191235734914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da janela eu consigo ver as gotas de chuva, e junto com elas, eu consigo sentir o frio, a falta que você me faz. E é incrível, como me faltam palavras para te dizer tudo o que eu estou sentindo. Queria gritar, ou simplesmente te dizer de alguma forma o quanto você me faz bem. Mais observando a chuva, eu vejo que não é tão simples, que palavras se perdem, e que sentimentos ficam guardados. Eu só preciso te abraçar, sentir sua pele, e ter certeza de que você esta comigo. Enquanto isso, eu vou vivendo com as mesmas gotas da chuva, que agora caem sobre o chão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;É sensacional como você me desconcerta, como você me tem nas mãos, nem eu mesma consigo explicar o que eu sinto quando você esta "aqui". Eu só sei, que é você, e que se um dia a chuva resolver ir embora, e o sol nascer, eu estarei aqui, ainda observando e imaginando você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-6637471826230087434?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6637471826230087434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-janela-eu-consigo-ver-as-gotas-de_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6637471826230087434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/6637471826230087434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-janela-eu-consigo-ver-as-gotas-de_04.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk_8kzpTPYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T19qkSg_b4g/s72-c/1244780989910_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-1356692448108586550</id><published>2009-07-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:45:05.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk60BQv2YJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-D4DvpgPlys/s1600-h/1235040219383_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk60BQv2YJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-D4DvpgPlys/s320/1235040219383_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354414940758630546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é boa demais para ficarmos preocupados com fofocas, com ex, com amigos falsos, com aquela pessoa que julgamos ser a pessoa de nossas vidas ou com as desilusões que sofremos. Esqueça os problemas bobos e viva a vida intensamente, aproveite todos os momentos e faça de sua presença especial. Porque desilusão não mata, ensina a viver, perdoar não é esquecer, é lembrar sem mágoas. Amigos de verdade são poucos e tudo na vida se supera. Com o tempo você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com outra pessoa, você precisa em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela. Percebe também que aquela pessoa que você ama ou acha que ama, e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente, não é a pessoa da sua vida. Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você, e principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você. O segredo não é correr atrás das borboletas, mas sim cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você. No final das contas, você vai achar, não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-1356692448108586550?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1356692448108586550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-e-boa-demais-para-ficarmos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1356692448108586550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/1356692448108586550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-e-boa-demais-para-ficarmos.html' title=''/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk60BQv2YJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-D4DvpgPlys/s72-c/1235040219383_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4170583950623767180.post-3261058389852861096</id><published>2009-07-02T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:14:47.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This heart, it beats, beats for only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1L5rN3WsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wankwm1KVcU/s1600-h/OgAAAPiEm3btgtqhGJ7GB0X4WsPcXs0q_utJKhAmAuF2FKBLHCnaLuXYsb1MjhsxMB5OQGu1bksGA7aP-YqttXaYoK8Am1T1UJuVWsqk6ycnJda23AjHrKVriMyG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1L5rN3WsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wankwm1KVcU/s320/OgAAAPiEm3btgtqhGJ7GB0X4WsPcXs0q_utJKhAmAuF2FKBLHCnaLuXYsb1MjhsxMB5OQGu1bksGA7aP-YqttXaYoK8Am1T1UJuVWsqk6ycnJda23AjHrKVriMyG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354018986238892738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor nenhum faz chamadas por telepatia. Amor não atende com hora marcada. Ele pode chegar antes do esperado e encontrar você numa fase galinha, sem disposição para relacionamentos sérios. Ele passa batido e você nem aí. Ou pode chegar tarde demais e encontrar você desiludida da vida, desconfiada, cheia de olheiras.. O amor dá meia volta, vai e volta. Por que o amor nunca chega na hora certa? Agora por exemplo, que você está de banho tomado, de camisa e jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que você está empregado, lavou o carro e está com grana para um cinema. Agora que você pintou o apartamento, ganhou um porta-retratos e começou a gostar de jazz. Agora que você está com o coração às moscas e morrendo de frio. O amor aparece quando menos se espera e de onde menos se imagina&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como uma tesourinha de cortar unha: nunca está onde a gente pensa. O jeito é direcionar o radar para o norte, sul, leste ou oeste. Seu amor pode estar no corredor de um supermercado, pode estar impaciente na fila de um banco, pode estar pechinchando numa livraria, pode estar cantarolando sozinho dentro de um carro.. Pode estar aqui mesmo no computador, dando o maior mole, amar é surpreender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4170583950623767180-3261058389852861096?l=nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3261058389852861096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-heart-it-beats-beats-for-only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3261058389852861096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4170583950623767180/posts/default/3261058389852861096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoredayswithoutyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-heart-it-beats-beats-for-only-you.html' title='This heart, it beats, beats for only you'/><author><name>No more days without you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391149672470258501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1PKhg7lFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HpjMyzSG_dE/S220/1245676687729_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czdhSm3Mg8s/Sk1L5rN3WsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wankwm1KVcU/s72-c/OgAAAPiEm3btgtqhGJ7GB0X4WsPcXs0q_utJKhAmAuF2FKBLHCnaLuXYsb1MjhsxMB5OQGu1bksGA7aP-YqttXaYoK8Am1T1UJuVWsqk6ycnJda23AjHrKVriMyG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
