<?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-1203555694577996202</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:42:32.144-03:00</updated><category term='PENSAMENTO'/><category term='Diário de um apaixonado'/><category term='&quot;Os Lobos de Mercy Falls&quot;'/><category term='{Anjo meu}'/><category term='Família'/><category term='Estações'/><category term='Listinha'/><category term='sonhos.'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='Sentidos.'/><category term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category term='Livro'/><category term='minha pessoa'/><category term='Diálogos.'/><category term='Desejo do Dia'/><category term='escrevo.'/><category term='saudade boa.'/><category term='Sensação.'/><category term='Sanidade'/><category term='Música'/><category term='foto minha.'/><category term='Selinhos.'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='mensagem.'/><category term='amor.'/><category term='AMIGOS'/><category term='Lembranças.'/><category term='música minha.'/><category term='foto favorita.'/><category term='Flamboyant.'/><category term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category term='elementos da noite.'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='cartas.'/><category term='Data comemorativa'/><title type='text'>Borboletando</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7765108766264073478</id><published>2012-01-27T00:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:42:32.155-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><title type='text'>Ficar fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GQ5JSIfrK0/TyIBPAwnEII/AAAAAAAABKA/hIQmBsIEbZU/s1600/tumblr_lxuo7eMlVJ1qiaq66o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GQ5JSIfrK0/TyIBPAwnEII/AAAAAAAABKA/hIQmBsIEbZU/s1600/tumblr_lxuo7eMlVJ1qiaq66o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar fora de toda realidade não é ruim. Mas acho que também não é bom. Enfim, fiquei afastada meio que de tudo e todos, meio que esvaziei a cabeça e tudo coube perfeitamente quando retornei. E ainda acho que esqueci alguma coisa, não sei bem o que, se for ruim ou bom, só vou saber daqui um tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7765108766264073478?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7765108766264073478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/ficar-fora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7765108766264073478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7765108766264073478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/ficar-fora.html' title='Ficar fora'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GQ5JSIfrK0/TyIBPAwnEII/AAAAAAAABKA/hIQmBsIEbZU/s72-c/tumblr_lxuo7eMlVJ1qiaq66o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7867802440460391107</id><published>2012-01-22T22:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:42:56.970-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Lista de compromisso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2nhZ5l59fw/Txyghj-V5OI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DdPJ6z1k8gY/s1600/tumblr_ll4557m28B1qefr4to1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2nhZ5l59fw/Txyghj-V5OI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DdPJ6z1k8gY/s1600/tumblr_ll4557m28B1qefr4to1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas listas de compromissos por mais que sejam simples, são &amp;nbsp;mínimas as chances de ser cumpridas e ninguém sabe o porque. Bom, mesmo tendo esse fim tão infeliz kkk, faço a minha com a esperança de cumprir tudo, e se não cumprir, foi vontade de Deus ou preguiça minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista de Compromissos 2012:&lt;br /&gt;1º Passar na Federal ou no Prouni;&lt;br /&gt;2º Ler os livros: Coração de Tinta, Sangue de Tinta e Morte de Tinta;&lt;br /&gt;3º Não julgar pelas aparências;&lt;br /&gt;4º Gastar só com o que preciso;&lt;br /&gt;5º Não faltar as reuniões de família;&lt;br /&gt;6º Parar de olhar pra trás e remoer sofrimentos;&lt;br /&gt;7º Implicar menos com as irmãs;&lt;br /&gt;8º Discutir menos com Diego (amigo que discuto por qualquer coisa);&lt;br /&gt;9º Comprar uma câmera melhor;&lt;br /&gt;10º &amp;nbsp;Extravasar de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me surpreendi com meus compromissos, que bom. Final do ano vou rever tudo que fiz e o que não fiz, torçam por mim !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7867802440460391107?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7867802440460391107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/lista-de-compromisso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7867802440460391107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7867802440460391107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/lista-de-compromisso.html' title='Lista de compromisso'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2nhZ5l59fw/Txyghj-V5OI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DdPJ6z1k8gY/s72-c/tumblr_ll4557m28B1qefr4to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7555267220842275645</id><published>2012-01-17T23:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:41:58.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário de um apaixonado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'>tem alguém?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78COxXp1bck/TxTrvycEZKI/AAAAAAAABJo/lrndaAQbGpo/s1600/tumblr_lklx1veDPK1qbgo5so1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78COxXp1bck/TxTrvycEZKI/AAAAAAAABJo/lrndaAQbGpo/s1600/tumblr_lklx1veDPK1qbgo5so1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente o vazio me preenche. É tão estranho saber que tem várias pessoas ao seu redor e faltar uma, mas não saber quem é. É estranho saber amar alguém e não ter ninguém pra amar. Mais estranho ainda é saber que a palavra 'amor' não é apenas definida com coisas boas, e mesmo assim, querer passar todos esses momentos de novo, querer sentir todos os tipos de sentimentos causados por um.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7555267220842275645?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7555267220842275645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/tem-alguem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7555267220842275645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7555267220842275645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/tem-alguem.html' title='tem alguém?'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78COxXp1bck/TxTrvycEZKI/AAAAAAAABJo/lrndaAQbGpo/s72-c/tumblr_lklx1veDPK1qbgo5so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5637393199480142503</id><published>2012-01-15T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:05:29.342-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>(Des)cabelados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjuXIRl2GjE/TxIjSS1t8-I/AAAAAAAABJc/J2RIYc68blw/s1600/tumblr_lxnj7gJGbv1qipu41o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjuXIRl2GjE/TxIjSS1t8-I/AAAAAAAABJc/J2RIYc68blw/s1600/tumblr_lxnj7gJGbv1qipu41o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;É fato. A gente cresce, as responsabilidades também. É incrível como não ficamos loucas ou coisa assim, mas em algumas pessoas os vestígios dessa mudança estressante permanecem. Será que ainda não inventaram pessoas&amp;nbsp;de ferro ?! Adolescentes prestes a adultos&amp;nbsp;com cabelos brancos de tanta preocupação, talvez até sem &amp;nbsp;! Pois é, quem disse que a vida seria fácil ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5637393199480142503?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5637393199480142503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/descabelados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5637393199480142503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5637393199480142503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/descabelados.html' title='(Des)cabelados'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjuXIRl2GjE/TxIjSS1t8-I/AAAAAAAABJc/J2RIYc68blw/s72-c/tumblr_lxnj7gJGbv1qipu41o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2218868879479533790</id><published>2012-01-10T12:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:57:26.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Frase do Dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbEY6EWOk1s/TwxfEQ2azbI/AAAAAAAABJU/YvF_B6kXv0Q/s1600/tumblr_lwx7lo6GIt1r2sanzo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbEY6EWOk1s/TwxfEQ2azbI/AAAAAAAABJU/YvF_B6kXv0Q/s1600/tumblr_lwx7lo6GIt1r2sanzo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parece a ordem das coisas, uma coisa dá certo e cinco dão errado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obs. mil desculpas por sumir assim, to quase morrendo por causa dos vestibulares, beijos a todas(os).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2218868879479533790?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2218868879479533790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2218868879479533790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2218868879479533790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2012/01/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbEY6EWOk1s/TwxfEQ2azbI/AAAAAAAABJU/YvF_B6kXv0Q/s72-c/tumblr_lwx7lo6GIt1r2sanzo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8361723706014996654</id><published>2011-12-15T12:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:14:03.855-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Coisa séria</title><content type='html'>Um assunto que nunca ousei tocar, até porque é sério. Mesmo que eu ame, que eu sofra, chore, que eu sinta uma coisa muito forte dentro do peito, o matrimônio sempre me deu aquele frio na espinha. Acho que tem que ter muita certeza de tudo pra tomar uma decisão dessas. Tem que existir uma certeza de que mesmo que tudo de errado, tudo desmorone, a pessoa escolhida, o amor, sempre permaneça do jeito que começou. Mas olha hoje, olha como tudo tá de cabeça pra baixo, olha como as pessoas veem a vida de forma diferente. Ou sou eu ? Bom, quem sabe. Talvez um dia encontro uma pessoa que me faça sentir tudo isso, que me faça ter vontade de enfrentar tudo ao lado dela, parece tão bom né ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pedacinho da felicidade, encontrei nesse vídeo, lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="170" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28028221?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/28028221"&gt;Fernanda + Eduardo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8361723706014996654?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8361723706014996654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisa-seria.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8361723706014996654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8361723706014996654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisa-seria.html' title='Coisa séria'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8701350569905260838</id><published>2011-12-09T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:34:39.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGNIf_N05DY/TuLEnEPA6WI/AAAAAAAABJI/q18Qb6L_UHE/s1600/sorrisoslindos.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGNIf_N05DY/TuLEnEPA6WI/AAAAAAAABJI/q18Qb6L_UHE/s1600/sorrisoslindos.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sem sombra de dúvidas, você foi a amizade mais difícil de cultivar. Não pense que é pelo seu jeito ou por seu modo de pensar, é pela forma em que tudo conspirava contra nós. Sempre, sempre alguma coisa acontece pra me tirar do sério ou te deixar em dúvidas, mas se lembre que eu nunca desisti. Pessoas sempre vão aparecer e dizer que é impossível, vão criar conclusões precipitadas e vão falar mal, mas o que esquecerem é que temos corações fortes, não ligamos pra isso. Palavras sempre vão machucar eu sei. E quem disse que eu me importo? Eu tenho você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8701350569905260838?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8701350569905260838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/12/sem-sombra-de-duvidas-voce-foi-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8701350569905260838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8701350569905260838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/12/sem-sombra-de-duvidas-voce-foi-amizade.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGNIf_N05DY/TuLEnEPA6WI/AAAAAAAABJI/q18Qb6L_UHE/s72-c/sorrisoslindos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3394346046303403176</id><published>2011-11-29T08:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:30:31.484-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Era o que me faltava.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvIq08k9k_4/TtS_2cx8q4I/AAAAAAAABJA/uIZ_k1qw_aM/s1600/tumblr_lr22laOXDf1r1rec6o2_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvIq08k9k_4/TtS_2cx8q4I/AAAAAAAABJA/uIZ_k1qw_aM/s1600/tumblr_lr22laOXDf1r1rec6o2_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente nunca sabe do que precisa, mas quando ganha, entende. Foi bom eu não ter sabido que precisava de você, se não eu não teria ganho. A verdade é que, depois de todas as coisas que me aconteceram, você me fez esquecer todas elas. Isso foi bom, é bom. O que me faltava era tua calma, o modo como você deixa as coisas&amp;nbsp;alegres, o modo de como minha pele responde ao seu toque. Você. Você era o que me faltava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3394346046303403176?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3394346046303403176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/era-o-que-me-faltava.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3394346046303403176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3394346046303403176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/era-o-que-me-faltava.html' title='Era o que me faltava.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvIq08k9k_4/TtS_2cx8q4I/AAAAAAAABJA/uIZ_k1qw_aM/s72-c/tumblr_lr22laOXDf1r1rec6o2_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4796301313437976780</id><published>2011-11-21T08:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:22:04.202-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkOV6DO-NNs/TspA5mV_W4I/AAAAAAAABI4/ATQnqE64euQ/s1600/julia_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkOV6DO-NNs/TspA5mV_W4I/AAAAAAAABI4/ATQnqE64euQ/s1600/julia_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não conhecia a letra, tinha dúvidas de que flor que era e&amp;nbsp;não tinha a mínima ideia de quem teria mandado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi só essa frase que achou?&lt;br /&gt;- Só Laryssa.&lt;br /&gt;- Mais nada?&lt;br /&gt;- Nadinha.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah amiga, cuidado com isso.&lt;br /&gt;- Por quê? Não é nada de mais.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas você não sabe de quem é, e&amp;nbsp;isso não é muito confiável.&lt;br /&gt;- E a flor? Sabe qual é?&lt;br /&gt;- Olha pri, me parece uma flor de flamboyant, mas tem em todos os lugares da cidade, o que fica mais difícil pra você.&lt;br /&gt;- É.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensamento duplo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Com quem deixou sua bolsa na última vez?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah lary, acho que isso não vai adiantar, minha bolsa sempre fica jogada pelos cantos do curso e na escola então...&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa Priscyla, vai te catar, não tem como saber, amigos no curso, na escola, na internet... Quase impossível.&lt;br /&gt;- Tava esquecendo os da internet..- &lt;em&gt;É interrompida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem vem com história de Leonardo, ele mora longe demais!&lt;br /&gt;- Não tava pensando nele... &lt;br /&gt;- Ah sei sei ! Tem o Sávio, ele mora do outro lado da cidade, lembra que você me falou dele ?!&lt;br /&gt;- Amiga, faz um tempinho que não falo com ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas pelo jeito que você me conta dele, parece interessante...&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei não. Olha, vamos fazer o seguinte, vamos esperar pra ver se vem outro envelope&amp;nbsp;ou sei lá, vai ver a pessoa resolve aparecer pessoalmente, e além do mais, é só um elogio, mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O silêncio contagia, ficam paradas ali por muito tempo sem falar nada, só contemplando a amizade antiga e desgastada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4796301313437976780?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4796301313437976780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4796301313437976780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4796301313437976780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-11.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 11'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkOV6DO-NNs/TspA5mV_W4I/AAAAAAAABI4/ATQnqE64euQ/s72-c/julia_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7311313868579619124</id><published>2011-11-16T11:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:26:20.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKUH83rYr2Q/TsPj5zVPKOI/AAAAAAAABIs/hICQIJc0rfE/s1600/i_took_my_time_by_popoks-d4g9037_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKUH83rYr2Q/TsPj5zVPKOI/AAAAAAAABIs/hICQIJc0rfE/s320/i_took_my_time_by_popoks-d4g9037_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpe-me pelo fato de fazer o tempo passar tão rápido, mas para entender tudo o que se passa agora, foi preciso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O dias se passaram rápido, quando parou pra pensar, já estava no final do ano. Só faltava física para o quarto bimestre&amp;nbsp;e ficou sabendo que já&amp;nbsp;havia passado. Mais uma mudança. Teria que voltar pra casa dos pais. Seu descanso acabou, suas conversas com Leonardo também. Mas era melhor parar enquanto tinha tempo, sabe, pras coisas não se aprofundarem.&amp;nbsp;Arrumando o quarto, as roupas, tirando as fotos da porta, pegando a bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;- Epa, isso daqui não é meu.&lt;br /&gt;Um envelope leve e cheio no fundo da bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;- Nada impede de uma olhada né.&amp;nbsp;- Pequeno detalhe de ser curiosa ao extremo.&lt;br /&gt;Rasga a lateral. Um papel, uma flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Você é linda, não se esqueça disso"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem nome, sem endereço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7311313868579619124?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7311313868579619124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7311313868579619124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7311313868579619124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-10.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 10'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKUH83rYr2Q/TsPj5zVPKOI/AAAAAAAABIs/hICQIJc0rfE/s72-c/i_took_my_time_by_popoks-d4g9037_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6217266347275072696</id><published>2011-11-09T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:58:11.244-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVJiBHWZ-II/TrqiogMTzaI/AAAAAAAABIg/bXVkcUPo10s/s1600/tumblr_lj1uy5V8hp1qazycfo1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVJiBHWZ-II/TrqiogMTzaI/AAAAAAAABIg/bXVkcUPo10s/s1600/tumblr_lj1uy5V8hp1qazycfo1_500_large_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela o perdoou. Louca? Qualquer um que esteja realmente apaixonado perdoaria. Ele só era uma parte da vida dela. Mais nada, pensava. Só queria que tudo ficasse bem como antes. Mas geralmente, na segunda vez costumamos ficar espertos, ou não. O tempo passou, ela aprendeu a não ser necessitada desse amor como antes. Agora fazendo curso a tarde, não tinha tanto tempo pra ele, se focou em outras coisas. Imaginou possibilidades. Voltou a ler, agora com mais frequência. Mais ainda amava. Era um amar diferente, leve, com coisas boas. Estava mais solta, &lt;em&gt;mais lasciva&lt;/em&gt;. E foi isso que a mudou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6217266347275072696?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6217266347275072696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-09.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6217266347275072696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6217266347275072696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-09.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 09'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVJiBHWZ-II/TrqiogMTzaI/AAAAAAAABIg/bXVkcUPo10s/s72-c/tumblr_lj1uy5V8hp1qazycfo1_500_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1916580198046235612</id><published>2011-11-08T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:40:35.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo do Dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>Frases e mais frases.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdsyONA0cVo/Trl3GfJnOSI/AAAAAAAABIY/AiCCKvtqSOs/s1600/500x334x114_jpg_pagespeed_ic_CJv7b3XVqi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdsyONA0cVo/Trl3GfJnOSI/AAAAAAAABIY/AiCCKvtqSOs/s1600/500x334x114_jpg_pagespeed_ic_CJv7b3XVqi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Faça o seu melhor. Será o suficiente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1916580198046235612?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1916580198046235612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/frases-e-mais-frases.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1916580198046235612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1916580198046235612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/frases-e-mais-frases.html' title='Frases e mais frases.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdsyONA0cVo/Trl3GfJnOSI/AAAAAAAABIY/AiCCKvtqSOs/s72-c/500x334x114_jpg_pagespeed_ic_CJv7b3XVqi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1171187246595444808</id><published>2011-11-05T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:15:06.974-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi gente ! Então, o post &lt;i&gt;Flamboyant. - Parte 08&lt;/i&gt; não tava querendo abrir pra comentários, mas agora tá tudo certo viu ?! O blogger tá cada dia mais doido.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1171187246595444808?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1171187246595444808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/oi-gente-entao-o-post-flamboyant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1171187246595444808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1171187246595444808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/oi-gente-entao-o-post-flamboyant.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4308208371570099553</id><published>2011-11-03T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:12:18.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém percebeu o tempo passar. Ninguém percebeu que ali havia uma mentira. Apesar de mostrarem um amor intenso, a facilidade com que ia pra frente, as brigas sempre eram pelo mesmo motivo, ciúme dele por ela. Parace que sempre tinha um pretexto pra ficarem brigados, como se o desejo fosse esse. Até que um dia, em uma dessas conversas, tudo se esclareceu.&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;br /&gt;- Sabe eu preciso te contar uma coisa muito importante.&lt;br /&gt;- Então conta Leonardo.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sei como fazer isso ;x&lt;br /&gt;- É só começar do início, simples.&lt;br /&gt;- Lembra de logo depois que nós nos conhecemos?&lt;br /&gt;- Lembro sim.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sentia nada por você. Eu não queria brincar com seus sentimentos. Eu juro. Não ligava pra nada do que você falava, eu falava por falar. Fiquei com outras garotas enquanto você estava aí gostando de mim. Pra mim era fácil, eu já fiz isso. Mas depois, depois tudo mudou.&lt;br /&gt;- ;x&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo era muito mais forte do que um soco no estômago, do que uma pontada no peito, era tudo acontecendo junto, rápido demais.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te amo. E te peço perdão. Por tudo que fiz pelas costas, você nunca mereceu aquilo. Mas eu to falando mais sério do que nunca, eu te amo, muito, mais do que eu posso imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;- A gente namora pela internet Leonardo, isso é o mínimo que pode acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;- Para com isso Priscyla, por favor, eu to pedindo perdão.&lt;br /&gt;- É tão fácil pra você falar tudo isso pra mim como se não houvesse problema nenhum né.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é, mas eu quero te provar que não quero mentir pra você.&lt;br /&gt;- Já mediu o tamanho da mentira que acabou de me contar? Já parou pra pensar alguma vez, como eu reagiria?&lt;br /&gt;- Já, mas eu só to pedindo teu perdão, eu me arrependi muito.&lt;br /&gt;Ela prometera não chorar, mas foi sacanagem demais do coração fazer aquilo com ela. Ainda mais dele, &lt;i&gt;por quê?&lt;/i&gt; Ela o ama tanto que não disse não, apenas não disse nada. Mas suas lágrimas disseram a noite inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4308208371570099553?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4308208371570099553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4308208371570099553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4308208371570099553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-08.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 08'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6986913173611570424</id><published>2011-11-01T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:14:38.717-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1IPVsymk0w/TrCVfWgyLxI/AAAAAAAABH4/4amYkkqpJi4/s1600/tumblr_lm93ub6Z121qd3478o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1IPVsymk0w/TrCVfWgyLxI/AAAAAAAABH4/4amYkkqpJi4/s1600/tumblr_lm93ub6Z121qd3478o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo tudo parecia não ser real, e ao mesmo só o que faltava era o toque. Nada, nada impede que uma pessoa ame, não importa o jeito, o tempo, a idade, a distância... De longe ela sabia,&amp;nbsp;nunca&amp;nbsp;tinha sentido aquilo. Borboletas no estômago. O sorriso dele era incrível, já que conseguia fazer o dela se abrir com tanta facilidade. Os olhos dele, apesar de serem mais escuros do que os dela, eram de uma beleza não vista. Só porque não estavam ali em carne e osso, não quer dizer que não tenham arranjado outras formas de se ver. Era moreno, enquanto ela era quase transparente. Risos. Adorava essa comparação. Sem exageros, ela podia senti-lo de alguma forma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6986913173611570424?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6986913173611570424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-07.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6986913173611570424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6986913173611570424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamboyant-parte-07.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 07'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1IPVsymk0w/TrCVfWgyLxI/AAAAAAAABH4/4amYkkqpJi4/s72-c/tumblr_lm93ub6Z121qd3478o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2871084085555365335</id><published>2011-10-27T14:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:29:04.453-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FV2b_B6_jRI/TqmU0NuZoGI/AAAAAAAABHw/yISvy_pAPHQ/s1600/ghdf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FV2b_B6_jRI/TqmU0NuZoGI/AAAAAAAABHw/yISvy_pAPHQ/s1600/ghdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha melhores amigos naquele lugar, e foram eles que fizeram com que os dias se passassem rápido, com mais sorrisos. Com o tempo percebeu que a mágoa não a levaria a lugar nenhum, então esqueceu. Fez um limpa no guarda-roupa, no coração, no computador. Tudo novo. Até uma pessoa nova, mais uma história nova, e dessa vez, pela internet. &lt;i&gt;(Como ela gosta muito de falar, uma resumida bem básica sobre os dois, bom, básica pra história deles, não tão básica pra quem vê, talvez umas duas partes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou na brincadeira, mas claro, com algumas indiretas dele. Ela ia fazer 15 anos no meio do ano, mas precisamente Julho. &lt;i&gt;Ah Julho, o mês preferido das pessoas românticas, a época do frio aconchegante. &lt;/i&gt;Então, ela o chamara de príncipe e ele disse que estava mais pra sapo. Risos. Noites perdidas. Dias se passaram, meses pra ser exata. Brigas. Um relacionamento normal aos olhos dos dois. Uma loucura aos olhos de outros. Ninguém se importava em frases como &lt;i&gt;"Isso é loucura"&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"Mas você nunca o(a) viu pessoalmente"&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;"Acha mesmo que ele(a) gosta de você?"&lt;/i&gt;. Nada importava, ela está finalmente amando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2871084085555365335?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2871084085555365335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-06.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2871084085555365335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2871084085555365335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-06.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 06'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FV2b_B6_jRI/TqmU0NuZoGI/AAAAAAAABHw/yISvy_pAPHQ/s72-c/ghdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2320841979154476302</id><published>2011-10-26T13:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:30:50.094-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOhtR8mW3YU/Tqg1nPKn5BI/AAAAAAAABHg/Syum4aSzCDc/s1600/5577253987_cf3c2e9b4b_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOhtR8mW3YU/Tqg1nPKn5BI/AAAAAAAABHg/Syum4aSzCDc/s1600/5577253987_cf3c2e9b4b_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela situação a incomodava. O que ele quer aqui? Já não basta terem terminado por msn, agora está interessado em como ela está? Quer mesmo se fazer de bonzinho? Todas essas perguntas estavam quase explodindo de tanta tristeza e indignação. Talvez ele queira voltar. Voltar. Seus olhos cheios d'água. "Não pretendo voltar" afundou em sua cabeça, e mais um dia encontrada na sala.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi pri.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi Caio.&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Caio, posso te fazer uma pergunta?&lt;br /&gt;- Pode.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que mesmo depois de tudo o que aconteceu você vem aqui?&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;- Pra te ver. &lt;br /&gt;- Você quer que eu peça pra voltar, é isso?&lt;br /&gt;- Não..&lt;br /&gt;- Mas é isso que parece... E você acha que pra mim tudo bem você ficar vindo aqui todos os dias como se nada tivesse acontecido? &lt;br /&gt;- Priscyla eu ainda te amo.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não consegue ficar só comigo.&lt;br /&gt;- Se é assim, acho que já devo ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Ela olha pra outro lado)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que conseguiu fazer naquele momento, era segurar o choro. Mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2320841979154476302?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2320841979154476302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2320841979154476302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2320841979154476302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-05.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 05'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOhtR8mW3YU/Tqg1nPKn5BI/AAAAAAAABHg/Syum4aSzCDc/s72-c/5577253987_cf3c2e9b4b_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5998692779483448527</id><published>2011-10-25T12:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:30:20.951-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1kC4Y04liM/TqbVXbB24gI/AAAAAAAABHU/u032zEnTZtg/s1600/tumblr_lpkxrcx2Ix1qh0nxbo1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1kC4Y04liM/TqbVXbB24gI/AAAAAAAABHU/u032zEnTZtg/s1600/tumblr_lpkxrcx2Ix1qh0nxbo1_500_large.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabia muito bem que não era só por um tempo, era definitivo. &lt;i&gt;Ele a deixara&lt;/i&gt;. Sorte que não o amava tanto a ponto de sofrer horrores, prometera pra ela mesma, que não derramaria sequer uma lágrima por quem não merecesse. Dava certo, pelo menos ali deu. Dias depois ficou sabendo por um "amigo" dele, que já estava ficando com outra. Seu rosto mudou, tinha uma aparência triste e cansada. Não quis mais saber dele, e parecia que quanto mais tentava fugir, mais ele estava perto. Nos intervalos da aula, sentada dentro da sala, parecia ficar confortável, até que ele a achou.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que você tá aí escondida e não sai lá fora?&lt;br /&gt;- Estamos relaxando.&lt;br /&gt;- Estamos?&lt;br /&gt;- É, eu e meu fone de ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;- Quando vai largar desse fone Priscyla? Não faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;- Quando eu tiver coisa melhor pra fazer.&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo e você Caio?&lt;br /&gt;- Indo. Sabe, sempre algum problema, mas a gente dá um jeito.&lt;br /&gt;- Né.&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;i&gt;O sinal toca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos os dias ele a encontrava ali, com seus fones de ouvido. Todos os dias. Com perguntas sobre matérias, ou outras coisas bobas, mas sempre perguntava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5998692779483448527?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5998692779483448527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-04.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5998692779483448527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5998692779483448527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-04.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 04'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1kC4Y04liM/TqbVXbB24gI/AAAAAAAABHU/u032zEnTZtg/s72-c/tumblr_lpkxrcx2Ix1qh0nxbo1_500_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4086902594883932452</id><published>2011-10-21T15:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:55:57.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jz4Q2yACKU/TqHAJSjnP_I/AAAAAAAABHM/4nnpEU9LP6k/s1600/6145524620_ae37d1dd37_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jz4Q2yACKU/TqHAJSjnP_I/AAAAAAAABHM/4nnpEU9LP6k/s1600/6145524620_ae37d1dd37_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela quis mesmo que o relacionamento desse certo, ainda mais româtica como era. Mas ele a testava como se fosse um produto novo, e quando ela perguntava o por que... &lt;i&gt;"Sabe, sou inseguro, só queria apenas saber se você gosta de mim mesmo"&lt;/i&gt;. Aquilo a magoava, mas não desistiu fácil, aquilo parecia fichinha quando lembrava dos almoços perdidos pra ficar com ele, tudo em segredo, tudo bonito, com direito a cartas e tudo mais. Depois de um tempo na casa dos avós, passava horas na internet, algumas delas reservadas pra ele. E em umas das conversas, viu que aquele sonho não ia durar muito.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi.&lt;br /&gt;- A gente precisa conversar pri.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei, sobre seus atos repentinos?&lt;br /&gt;- É, também. Sabe, não tá a mesma coisa de antes.&lt;br /&gt;- Olha Caio se for assim...&lt;br /&gt;- A gente precisa dar um tempo.&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;br /&gt;- Tá.&lt;br /&gt;- Vai ficar bem? ;s&lt;br /&gt;- Vou sim, e você?&lt;br /&gt;- Aham.&lt;br /&gt;- Agora tenho que ir Caio, minha vó tá me chamando.&lt;br /&gt;- Já ?&lt;br /&gt;- É, tenho que fazer uma coisa ali.&lt;br /&gt;- Tá né ;/&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau Ca.&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau pri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o que ela tinha de tão importante a fazer era chorar, chorar enquanto todos da casa dormiam, menos ela e a lua que a escutava na varanda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4086902594883932452?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4086902594883932452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-03.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4086902594883932452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4086902594883932452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-03.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 03'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jz4Q2yACKU/TqHAJSjnP_I/AAAAAAAABHM/4nnpEU9LP6k/s72-c/6145524620_ae37d1dd37_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6752577897278051143</id><published>2011-10-19T09:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T09:58:58.993-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOsYg1gebI/Tp7JcV5ICjI/AAAAAAAABHA/AUh2j_d5FUs/s1600/http%25253A%25252F%25252Fmeme.zenfs.com%25252Fu%25252F1a166048e91cafad003978c08ca465adc66ef9f9_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOsYg1gebI/Tp7JcV5ICjI/AAAAAAAABHA/AUh2j_d5FUs/s1600/http%25253A%25252F%25252Fmeme.zenfs.com%25252Fu%25252F1a166048e91cafad003978c08ca465adc66ef9f9_large.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mudança foi rápida, tão rápida que ela mesmo se assustou, assim, de um dia para o outro. Por incrível que pareça essa mudança foi boa. Ela foi morar com os avós, nada de novo, já que estava acostumada a passar finais de semana lá. Na escola, tudo era diferente, ela não era mais a estranha, era como todas as outras. Sorriu. Conheceu várias pessoas, mas como sempre, a maioria homens. Vários amigos. Algumas paqueras, inclusive o Caio, aquele garoto bonito que conheceu quando entrou. Ele era popular, era um dos melhores no time de futebol, o tipo jovem de Super-Homem, branquinho dos cabelos ondulados, alto, carinhoso. Tudo o que ela achava que precisava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6752577897278051143?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6752577897278051143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-02.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6752577897278051143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6752577897278051143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboyant-parte-02.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 02'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihOsYg1gebI/Tp7JcV5ICjI/AAAAAAAABHA/AUh2j_d5FUs/s72-c/http%25253A%25252F%25252Fmeme.zenfs.com%25252Fu%25252F1a166048e91cafad003978c08ca465adc66ef9f9_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4487768215000856244</id><published>2011-10-18T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:42:29.520-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flamboyant.'/><title type='text'>Flamboyant. - Parte 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VezMn85hRGk/Tp14jrlaDXI/AAAAAAAABG4/bDqDJpUve8k/s1600/tumblr_lsfc93h9oc1qb549wo1_r1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VezMn85hRGk/Tp14jrlaDXI/AAAAAAAABG4/bDqDJpUve8k/s1600/tumblr_lsfc93h9oc1qb549wo1_r1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá estava a menina dos cabelos ondulados. Passava a maior parte do tempo com a família, não era nerd na escola, mas pelo menos não tirava notas baixas no boletim. Nunca foi um sucesso com os meninos e não andava em bando com as meninas. Gostava de ler, muito. Não podia sair como os outros, então passava a maior parte do tempo escrevendo, desenhando e colecionando coisas. Era branca, tanto que no pré ganhou o papel de branca de neve, diferente da maioria que tinha a pele bronzeada. Sempre teve mais amigos meninos do que meninas. E então ela se mudou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4487768215000856244?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4487768215000856244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboayant-parte-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4487768215000856244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4487768215000856244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamboayant-parte-01.html' title='Flamboyant. - Parte 01'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VezMn85hRGk/Tp14jrlaDXI/AAAAAAAABG4/bDqDJpUve8k/s72-c/tumblr_lsfc93h9oc1qb549wo1_r1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3698802048200587829</id><published>2011-10-17T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:26:12.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Recadinho pra você coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAV4vmVfEfI/TpxHIhkrD-I/AAAAAAAABGw/aKEqYMozx_0/s1600/tumblr_lt12jvClwv1qipdeqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAV4vmVfEfI/TpxHIhkrD-I/AAAAAAAABGw/aKEqYMozx_0/s1600/tumblr_lt12jvClwv1qipdeqo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração, vamos ficar em paz.&lt;/em&gt; Sabe, deixar essa coisa de sofrer pra outra hora. To num momento importante demais pra me distrair com isso, isso não significa que vou mudar, não não, apenas dar um tempo, ver as coisas a outro modo. Depois de resolver algumas coisas, a gente volta a se falar, aquele papo de sempre tá ?! Beijos, se cuida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3698802048200587829?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3698802048200587829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/recadinho-pra-voce-coracao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3698802048200587829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3698802048200587829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/recadinho-pra-voce-coracao.html' title='Recadinho pra você coração.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAV4vmVfEfI/TpxHIhkrD-I/AAAAAAAABGw/aKEqYMozx_0/s72-c/tumblr_lt12jvClwv1qipdeqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8478840193938771860</id><published>2011-10-14T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:34:35.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>meus pedaços.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0WTpMyE2IU/TpjQrS6lEJI/AAAAAAAABGo/XffoSsDi4_4/s1600/tumblr_lfagw7H6oY1qg4ncwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0WTpMyE2IU/TpjQrS6lEJI/AAAAAAAABGo/XffoSsDi4_4/s1600/tumblr_lfagw7H6oY1qg4ncwo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão ruim ter um coração em pedaços, e dessa vez o meu se partiu em 1000. Já não sei o que faço em relação a nós, você é a pessoa que mais amei, mais acreditei sem nenhuma barreira, e todas as vezes que brigamos eu fico com o papel de fria e culpada. Sempre tive um medo tão grande de te perder e ninguém conseguiu te substituir, de forma alguma. Eu só quero que tudo melhore, que talvez possamos arranjar alguma solução, mas não sou eu que preciso me abrir, eu só quero colocar um basta em tudo, eu só quero você do meu lado no final da noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8478840193938771860?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8478840193938771860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/meus-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8478840193938771860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8478840193938771860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/meus-pedacos.html' title='meus pedaços.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0WTpMyE2IU/TpjQrS6lEJI/AAAAAAAABGo/XffoSsDi4_4/s72-c/tumblr_lfagw7H6oY1qg4ncwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1422097806122287782</id><published>2011-10-13T13:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:34:35.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diálogos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Ele e ela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwsXHqlFoHY/TpcY9txLYQI/AAAAAAAABGg/twS1PY0NYa0/s1600/tumblr_lsk0fqYdcY1qk64hco1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwsXHqlFoHY/TpcY9txLYQI/AAAAAAAABGg/twS1PY0NYa0/s1600/tumblr_lsk0fqYdcY1qk64hco1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Você tem um coração mole.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu sei, é até um problema na maioria das vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Ele:&amp;nbsp;É uma virtude.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Pode ser, mais acabo&amp;nbsp;me machucando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe, as vezes queria ter um pouco de sangue frio, pra poder encarar todas as coisas como você encara, parece tão fácil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1422097806122287782?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1422097806122287782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/ele-e-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1422097806122287782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1422097806122287782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/ele-e-ela.html' title='Ele e ela.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwsXHqlFoHY/TpcY9txLYQI/AAAAAAAABGg/twS1PY0NYa0/s72-c/tumblr_lsk0fqYdcY1qk64hco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1055015253906033368</id><published>2011-10-10T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:34:35.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Quando a gente acha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7d4ykn62os/TpMVVPWO7DI/AAAAAAAABGc/E6qesqBjyx8/s1600/tumblr_lscl8ptJF51qgvs04o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7d4ykn62os/TpMVVPWO7DI/AAAAAAAABGc/E6qesqBjyx8/s1600/tumblr_lscl8ptJF51qgvs04o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente acha que sabe tudo sobre o amor, quando a gente acha que está por cima, que tudo são flores, quebramos a cara. Vemos que tudo o que parecia ser verdade se quebra como vidro. Somos apenas aprendizes dessa matéria chamada amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1055015253906033368?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1055015253906033368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-gente-acha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1055015253906033368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1055015253906033368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-gente-acha.html' title='Quando a gente acha.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7d4ykn62os/TpMVVPWO7DI/AAAAAAAABGc/E6qesqBjyx8/s72-c/tumblr_lscl8ptJF51qgvs04o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5594622559402808914</id><published>2011-10-06T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:19:05.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentidos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{Anjo meu}'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Isso é quase lógico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hidhjr8zrsw/To4LN0DmY9I/AAAAAAAABGY/S344Z3nADy8/s1600/tumblr_lsi9042HFU1r3hvkwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hidhjr8zrsw/To4LN0DmY9I/AAAAAAAABGY/S344Z3nADy8/s1600/tumblr_lsi9042HFU1r3hvkwo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje me falaram que quando você sonha com uma pessoa, quer dizer que ela dormiu pensando em você. Se for assim, você pensa em mim todas as noites né ?! Pode até ser uma superstição, você pode até dizer que não acredita, mas cogita todas as possibilidades. Incrível não ?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5594622559402808914?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5594622559402808914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/isso-e-quase-logico.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5594622559402808914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5594622559402808914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/isso-e-quase-logico.html' title='Isso é quase lógico.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hidhjr8zrsw/To4LN0DmY9I/AAAAAAAABGY/S344Z3nADy8/s72-c/tumblr_lsi9042HFU1r3hvkwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3877426207106728774</id><published>2011-10-04T13:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:28:31.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Recado a todos os leitores e leitoras do blog !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wgrXvy8hhY/Tos_6nAFVtI/AAAAAAAABGU/9IOmtuMhbuk/s1600/tumblr_lp6b3dGfq31qhdrfao1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wgrXvy8hhY/Tos_6nAFVtI/AAAAAAAABGU/9IOmtuMhbuk/s1600/tumblr_lp6b3dGfq31qhdrfao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah meus queridos leitores e leitoras, como vocês já sabem eu sempre ando por todos os blogs, sempre leio, comento, coisa e tal. Mas como blogger tá aquela coisa linda, não estou conseguindo comentar em alguns blogs, o que me deixa meio chateada, porque até parece que estou abandonando vocês : (&lt;br /&gt;Espero que entendam se parecer que eu dei uma sumidinha, mas leio tudo viu ?! Beijo pra todos vocês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3877426207106728774?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3877426207106728774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/recado-todos-os-leitores-e-leitoras-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3877426207106728774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3877426207106728774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/recado-todos-os-leitores-e-leitoras-do.html' title='Recado a todos os leitores e leitoras do blog !'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wgrXvy8hhY/Tos_6nAFVtI/AAAAAAAABGU/9IOmtuMhbuk/s72-c/tumblr_lp6b3dGfq31qhdrfao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2356014804344492831</id><published>2011-10-03T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:28:31.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário de um apaixonado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Felicidade a longo prazo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_sZHs6JHBI/Tom9sevEcnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/rH7Z2svtDPs/s1600/tumblr_lq1nyyz8ZE1qdds7ao1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_sZHs6JHBI/Tom9sevEcnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/rH7Z2svtDPs/s1600/tumblr_lq1nyyz8ZE1qdds7ao1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabe quando você está tão feliz que nem se preocupa com os outros problemas ? Então, to assim. O amor me trouxe uma notícia tão boa, que tudo se iluminou, bem na hora H. As vezes Deus deixa tudo pra última hora de propósito, só pra mostrar que tudo tem jeito, que tudo tem resposta. E isso me deixa anciosa e ao mesmo tempo aliviada, louco não ? Então é assim, você vem me ver né amor ? Era tudo o que eu queria ver escrito e vi ! Finalmente, eu vou&amp;nbsp;te sentir, e vou me sentir por completo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2356014804344492831?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2356014804344492831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/felicidade-longo-prazo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2356014804344492831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2356014804344492831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/10/felicidade-longo-prazo.html' title='Felicidade a longo prazo.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_sZHs6JHBI/Tom9sevEcnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/rH7Z2svtDPs/s72-c/tumblr_lq1nyyz8ZE1qdds7ao1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5567412207345132989</id><published>2011-09-30T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:46:25.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>prateleira dos sonhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbr-3-pGkoM/ToX8gA9kLXI/AAAAAAAABGM/v0Hs3g3b22E/s1600/tumblr_ls2og9s0mM1qh81keo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbr-3-pGkoM/ToX8gA9kLXI/AAAAAAAABGM/v0Hs3g3b22E/s1600/tumblr_ls2og9s0mM1qh81keo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que minha vida não é nenhuma história como nos livros, mas é claro que não. Romances são escritos a partir da vida que queríamos, não dá que temos, mas sempre existe uma exceção né.&amp;nbsp;A dos livros sempre há um final feliz pro personagem e&amp;nbsp;somos bem grandinhos pra saber que nem sempre é assim. &amp;nbsp;A gente costuma achar coincidências do nosso mundo com o dá personagem e tudo se mistura. Sempre há aquele preferido na prateleira em que mesmo sendo velho e caindo aos pedaços, temos medo de jogar e perder um pedaço de mundinho. Ah, se minha vida fosse como num livro, com final feliz e tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5567412207345132989?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5567412207345132989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/prateleira-dos-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5567412207345132989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5567412207345132989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/prateleira-dos-sonhos.html' title='prateleira dos sonhos.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbr-3-pGkoM/ToX8gA9kLXI/AAAAAAAABGM/v0Hs3g3b22E/s72-c/tumblr_ls2og9s0mM1qh81keo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5542643001891394569</id><published>2011-09-28T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:08:54.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Notícia ruim pra começo de dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPHjzLJEHWc/ToM0-bo9jOI/AAAAAAAABGI/uHrJUJqIR4c/s1600/6181487154_ec896ce80f_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; height: 399px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 619px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPHjzLJEHWc/ToM0-bo9jOI/AAAAAAAABGI/uHrJUJqIR4c/s400/6181487154_ec896ce80f_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o&amp;nbsp;dia começou triste&lt;/em&gt;. Receber uma notícia dessas nunca foi fácil pra ninguém, até porque é uma coisa que a gente espera que aconteça com qualquer um, menos alguém próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu explicar.&amp;nbsp; Há alguns dias atrás, minha avó descobriu um caroço no seio, logo fiquei desesperada pra que ela fizesse todos os exames possíveis, e ela lá, calma como sempre. Hoje de manhã &lt;em&gt;(de manhã mesmo, acordo muito cedo pra ir pro trabalho)&lt;/em&gt;, meus pais levantaram junto comigo, e enquanto eu escovava os dentes, minha mãe disse que tinha ido com minha vó ver o resultado do tal exame.&lt;br /&gt;Então, o caroço é um nódulo, o nódulo é câncer. Fiz de tudo pra apenas parecer triste, mas parece que ali, meu mundo tinha desabado, por que ela ? por quê ? Minha avó sempre foi tudo e mais um pouco pra mim, as vezes como mãe, as vezes até mais. Sempre ficou do meu lado pra tudo, me ajudou em tantas coisas que perdi a conta. Foi com ela que aprendi que você nunca dá e espera receber algo em troca, foi com ela que aprendi o perdão, a compaixão por qualquer que seja a pessoa. &lt;em&gt;Estou rezando e fazendo todas as presses possíveis por você vó, eu te amo tanto, você e minha mãe são as coisas mais importantes da minha vida pequena, não sou completa sem vocês.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5542643001891394569?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5542643001891394569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/noticia-ruim-pra-comeco-de-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5542643001891394569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5542643001891394569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/noticia-ruim-pra-comeco-de-dia.html' title='Notícia ruim pra começo de dia.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPHjzLJEHWc/ToM0-bo9jOI/AAAAAAAABGI/uHrJUJqIR4c/s72-c/6181487154_ec896ce80f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6126626966348847963</id><published>2011-09-27T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:17:42.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>sua imagem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zc_BBYr_jY/ToH2F3x3fgI/AAAAAAAABGE/eqdo3FLA2wk/s1600/tumblr_lp0etoszla1r0amu6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zc_BBYr_jY/ToH2F3x3fgI/AAAAAAAABGE/eqdo3FLA2wk/s1600/tumblr_lp0etoszla1r0amu6o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se alguém pede pra imaginar uma pessoa,&amp;nbsp; se alguém pergunta se estou amando,&amp;nbsp; se alguém joga na minha alma dizendo que estou sozinha, só me vem um nome a cabeça, uma imagem, o sorriso, &lt;em&gt;o seu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6126626966348847963?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6126626966348847963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/sua-imagem.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6126626966348847963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6126626966348847963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/sua-imagem.html' title='sua imagem.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zc_BBYr_jY/ToH2F3x3fgI/AAAAAAAABGE/eqdo3FLA2wk/s72-c/tumblr_lp0etoszla1r0amu6o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4520868489544533305</id><published>2011-09-26T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:17:42.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Troca de olhares.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3J757NWcno/ToB7rd5qNJI/AAAAAAAABF8/XfYXqhtIEKg/s1600/tumblr_lrthrjudk71qa9vqgo4_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3J757NWcno/ToB7rd5qNJI/AAAAAAAABF8/XfYXqhtIEKg/s1600/tumblr_lrthrjudk71qa9vqgo4_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CcMlSJoDCA/ToCJTmGTHHI/AAAAAAAABGA/5iMTyuuM_j8/s1600/tumblr_le6ukjH6Qd1qzhkd0.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CcMlSJoDCA/ToCJTmGTHHI/AAAAAAAABGA/5iMTyuuM_j8/s1600/tumblr_le6ukjH6Qd1qzhkd0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquelas olhadas sem querer, olhares fixos sem perceber, risos contidos, rostos ficando vermelho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá pelas 6h20 da manhã estava eu na porta do ônibus, na outra, um garoto ruivo de boné preto olhando pra mim. Primeiro olhar fixo, eu desvio. Segundo olhar fixo, ele desvia. De vez em quando alguma olhada. E a gente sempre acha que ele está afim. Mas como ? Ele acabou de te ver pela primeira vez, 6h da manhã! Tem alguém ficando louca aqui né. Talvez ele tenha te confundido ou até olhado sem prestar atenção, mas a gente sempre acha isso, fazer o que né, &lt;strike&gt;queridos hormônios&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4520868489544533305?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4520868489544533305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/troca-de-olhares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4520868489544533305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4520868489544533305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/troca-de-olhares.html' title='Troca de olhares.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3J757NWcno/ToB7rd5qNJI/AAAAAAAABF8/XfYXqhtIEKg/s72-c/tumblr_lrthrjudk71qa9vqgo4_250.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6093014362567530232</id><published>2011-09-23T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:50:39.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estações'/><title type='text'>primavera, vera vera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wnedywARr8/TnyYbY2lFzI/AAAAAAAABF4/w_hmJ7kCaxM/s1600/tumblr_lrvzue0beF1qef21ko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wnedywARr8/TnyYbY2lFzI/AAAAAAAABF4/w_hmJ7kCaxM/s1600/tumblr_lrvzue0beF1qef21ko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos costumam dizer que é a época do romantismo, do amor... &lt;em&gt;(continuo achando que é&amp;nbsp;o inverno)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Época de flores, de cheiros, de calor, de ver o lado colorido das coisas, sabe, essas coisas costumam influenciar muito em nossas vidas, coisa de louco né ?! E com tantos loucos, isso&amp;nbsp;chega&amp;nbsp;a ser&amp;nbsp;normal. Só tenho a dizer que primavera pra mim, respresenta o fim de ano chegando, representa querer relaxar o mais rápido possível, a vontade de tirar férias, o cheiro adocicado das flores, o pôr-do-sol rosa e laranja daqui &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strike&gt;color blocking&lt;/strike&gt;, me empolguei)&lt;/em&gt;. Tirando as flores, meses normais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6093014362567530232?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6093014362567530232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/primavera-vera-vera.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6093014362567530232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6093014362567530232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/primavera-vera-vera.html' title='primavera, vera vera.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wnedywARr8/TnyYbY2lFzI/AAAAAAAABF4/w_hmJ7kCaxM/s72-c/tumblr_lrvzue0beF1qef21ko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5815351683392855821</id><published>2011-09-22T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:34:53.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Fora do tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeTOCE7-BTk/TnuJNA4HvtI/AAAAAAAABF0/ZShYD96XouQ/s1600/tumblr_lr275fCNwV1qch9dho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeTOCE7-BTk/TnuJNA4HvtI/AAAAAAAABF0/ZShYD96XouQ/s1600/tumblr_lr275fCNwV1qch9dho1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as pessoas se tornaram tão fúteis e frias que nem mesmo conseguem ver direito a delicadeza de um ser. Nem mesmo percebem o quão bonito é o gesto do vento nos cabelos, nem mesmo como o antigo das coisas é mais bonito, verdadeiro, conservador. &lt;em&gt;Acho que nasci na época errada, pois meus pensamentos nunca batem com os outros da minha idade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5815351683392855821?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5815351683392855821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/fora-do-tempo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5815351683392855821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5815351683392855821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/fora-do-tempo.html' title='Fora do tempo.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeTOCE7-BTk/TnuJNA4HvtI/AAAAAAAABF0/ZShYD96XouQ/s72-c/tumblr_lr275fCNwV1qch9dho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3425941135556323300</id><published>2011-09-21T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:20:16.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Sabe, de vez em quando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdxkeVNGNkY/Tno2pN0ameI/AAAAAAAABFw/G-tdN-lXhE8/s1600/253677_2166582447996_1349726346_32625651_92453_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdxkeVNGNkY/Tno2pN0ameI/AAAAAAAABFw/G-tdN-lXhE8/s1600/253677_2166582447996_1349726346_32625651_92453_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de vez em quando a gente sair fora da linha. Começa a trocar nomes, sentimentos, pensamentos, palavras, letras...&lt;br /&gt;E de vez em quando é preciso acontecer isso pra que a gente aprenda que tudo pode acontecer, que ali é o agora, e que ninguém é perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;E de vez em quando, eu me atrapalho toda com alguma explicação, com alguma falação ou até com um coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3425941135556323300?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3425941135556323300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/sabe-de-vez-em-quando.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3425941135556323300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3425941135556323300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/sabe-de-vez-em-quando.html' title='Sabe, de vez em quando.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdxkeVNGNkY/Tno2pN0ameI/AAAAAAAABFw/G-tdN-lXhE8/s72-c/253677_2166582447996_1349726346_32625651_92453_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1689680996582044697</id><published>2011-09-20T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:51:00.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap3GerSGY8o/TnjBxAH_WoI/AAAAAAAABFs/yeGtDM7Gcg0/s1600/5805285384_d5602841f0_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap3GerSGY8o/TnjBxAH_WoI/AAAAAAAABFs/yeGtDM7Gcg0/s1600/5805285384_d5602841f0_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"A vida sempre foi feita de escolhas, mesmo naquelas horas em que tudo apontava só pra uma saída."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa seus medos passarem despercebidos, mostre como é forte mesmo que esteja em pedaços por dentro. Ninguém para pra ouvir tudo o que tem a dizer então&amp;nbsp;não pare de andar, continue, senão vai ficar pra trás como os outros. Sorria, é isso o que a sociedade espera mas nunca fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi assim que ela levantou a cabeça, enxugou as lágrimas e deu um sorriso amarelo e molhado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1689680996582044697?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1689680996582044697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-sempre-foi-feita-de-escolhas-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1689680996582044697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1689680996582044697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-sempre-foi-feita-de-escolhas-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap3GerSGY8o/TnjBxAH_WoI/AAAAAAAABFs/yeGtDM7Gcg0/s72-c/5805285384_d5602841f0_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3748013553262132131</id><published>2011-09-19T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:30:04.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9Kwq0iw78/TndnypTZG2I/AAAAAAAABFo/dCzq-Pmee48/s1600/tumblr_lnw5zfP1vZ1qmvlkko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9Kwq0iw78/TndnypTZG2I/AAAAAAAABFo/dCzq-Pmee48/s640/tumblr_lnw5zfP1vZ1qmvlkko1_500_large.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso&amp;nbsp;de mais&amp;nbsp;descanço, de mais amor, de mais você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3748013553262132131?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3748013553262132131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/preciso-mais-de-mais-amor-de-mais-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3748013553262132131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3748013553262132131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/preciso-mais-de-mais-amor-de-mais-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9Kwq0iw78/TndnypTZG2I/AAAAAAAABFo/dCzq-Pmee48/s72-c/tumblr_lnw5zfP1vZ1qmvlkko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-357512644643282823</id><published>2011-09-16T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:34:31.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjLsEMrzSEM/TnOVgzu9teI/AAAAAAAABFk/kFt1YMn56Ng/s1600/blonde-fashion-glasses-phot_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjLsEMrzSEM/TnOVgzu9teI/AAAAAAAABFk/kFt1YMn56Ng/s1600/blonde-fashion-glasses-phot_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou na fase de estar pouco me importando pro que acham, falam, pensam e veem. Aprendi que quase nunca a gente tem o que quer, então a gente também aprende a se contentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-357512644643282823?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/357512644643282823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/estou-na-fase-de-estar-pouco-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/357512644643282823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/357512644643282823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/estou-na-fase-de-estar-pouco-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjLsEMrzSEM/TnOVgzu9teI/AAAAAAAABFk/kFt1YMn56Ng/s72-c/blonde-fashion-glasses-phot_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-9205599272593637735</id><published>2011-09-15T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:29:07.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Py_8zVz2ErE/TnIHvHYdgLI/AAAAAAAABFg/vUAYRi2Yn7I/s1600/tumblr_lpdc99MB5D1qzdvv8o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Py_8zVz2ErE/TnIHvHYdgLI/AAAAAAAABFg/vUAYRi2Yn7I/s1600/tumblr_lpdc99MB5D1qzdvv8o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que minha&amp;nbsp;alma&amp;nbsp;vá bem longe, longe de todos esses problemas que me rodeiam. Que&amp;nbsp;meu pensamento&amp;nbsp;passe por&amp;nbsp;vários lugares bonitos, se refresque com água de côco na beira do mar, molhe e acalme os pés na água azul, solte as preocupações no vento e deixem que elas sumam, mas voltem, e que voltem mais leves e carregadas de pensamentos positivos. Que essa mesma água azul lave meu coração, deixe ele limpinho pra outra tentativa, pra outro amor, mas dessa vez correspondido &lt;em&gt;(pensamentos positivos)&lt;/em&gt;. Que a areia amacie minha confiança, meu egoísmo. Que o vento cheirando a primavera passe por todas as entradas do meu cabelo, aliviando ressentimentos, dores de amor. E depois que minha alma volte, eu me sinta tão bem a ponto de suspirar e sorrir por nada, motivo algum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-9205599272593637735?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9205599272593637735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-quero-que-minha-bem-longe-longe-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/9205599272593637735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/9205599272593637735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-quero-que-minha-bem-longe-longe-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Py_8zVz2ErE/TnIHvHYdgLI/AAAAAAAABFg/vUAYRi2Yn7I/s72-c/tumblr_lpdc99MB5D1qzdvv8o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1690206529918538340</id><published>2011-09-14T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:03:47.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo do Dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Desejo de ver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNDQcuNAZew/TnDP-2HqsEI/AAAAAAAABFc/sMrX495g_bc/s1600/59541eb23ef2941b23752e8ec5ed82c8_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNDQcuNAZew/TnDP-2HqsEI/AAAAAAAABFc/sMrX495g_bc/s1600/59541eb23ef2941b23752e8ec5ed82c8_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo do dia, era poder ver todas as pessoas que conheci por internet. Acho uma irônia as pessoas mais legais que conheço morarem longe. Talvez se morassem perto, não teríamos o mesmo sentimento, mas sei lá sabe, hoje eu só queria isso, queria tocar, beijar, abraçar, rir. Tudo aqui e agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1690206529918538340?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1690206529918538340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/desej-de-ver.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1690206529918538340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1690206529918538340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/desej-de-ver.html' title='Desejo de ver.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNDQcuNAZew/TnDP-2HqsEI/AAAAAAAABFc/sMrX495g_bc/s72-c/59541eb23ef2941b23752e8ec5ed82c8_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5801965334972610487</id><published>2011-09-13T11:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:00:01.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbHJT4Gw-9Q/Tm98LXZlqgI/AAAAAAAABFE/wiCaNHoaA-8/s1600/268159_245235012155357_161896620489197_1026090_3448624_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbHJT4Gw-9Q/Tm98LXZlqgI/AAAAAAAABFE/wiCaNHoaA-8/s1600/268159_245235012155357_161896620489197_1026090_3448624_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhar pra trás não é querer voltar no passado;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhar só pra frente não é&amp;nbsp;querer esquecer o resto;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andar devagar não é sinal de lerdeza;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andar rápido não significa ter pressa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andar olhando pra cima não é sinal de distração;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andar olhando pra baixo não é sinal de tristeza;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas olhar tudo a sua volta é sinal de que você vê a vida por inteiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5801965334972610487?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5801965334972610487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/olhar-pra-tras-nao-e-querer-voltar-no.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5801965334972610487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5801965334972610487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/olhar-pra-tras-nao-e-querer-voltar-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbHJT4Gw-9Q/Tm98LXZlqgI/AAAAAAAABFE/wiCaNHoaA-8/s72-c/268159_245235012155357_161896620489197_1026090_3448624_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4889412199026110984</id><published>2011-09-12T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T12:01:16.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade boa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo do Dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'>Se soubesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJQ4YT-6-Fk/Tm4oxjfHeGI/AAAAAAAABFA/BHfPafMAXyc/s1600/tumblr_lpg4k9wesT1qkioj4o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJQ4YT-6-Fk/Tm4oxjfHeGI/AAAAAAAABFA/BHfPafMAXyc/s1600/tumblr_lpg4k9wesT1qkioj4o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se soubesse o quanto penso em você, se soubesse o quanto desejo seu sorriso de novo, suas palavras, suas manias iguais as minhas. Tudo em você me conforta, tudo em você me irrita de tão perfeito pra mim. As suas diferenças distroem meus medos, constroem minha alma. Seu beijo nunca foi tão desejado como agora. Ah se soubesse, que te quero agora, nem consigo imginar sua reação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4889412199026110984?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4889412199026110984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-soubesse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4889412199026110984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4889412199026110984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-soubesse.html' title='Se soubesse'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJQ4YT-6-Fk/Tm4oxjfHeGI/AAAAAAAABFA/BHfPafMAXyc/s72-c/tumblr_lpg4k9wesT1qkioj4o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5749536333511977374</id><published>2011-09-09T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:30:21.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Lutar é a palavra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5YKJQeLbbw/TmoFCinESMI/AAAAAAAABE8/XqlubKMOiPg/s1600/tumblr_lqdvwgES2H1qiozpbo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5YKJQeLbbw/TmoFCinESMI/AAAAAAAABE8/XqlubKMOiPg/s1600/tumblr_lqdvwgES2H1qiozpbo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eu tento imaginar o que passa em sua cabeça. Tento imaginar que você não é aquela pessoa superficial em que o mundo está cheio. Tento procurar no fundo dos teus olhos algum vulto de sentimentos, amor e mágoa que deve ter te deixado assim. Ainda te defendo com todas as palavras que me restam, mas daqui a pouco, todas elas vão acabar. Me mostre por favor, que posso ainda lutar por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5749536333511977374?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5749536333511977374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/lutar-e-palavra.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5749536333511977374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5749536333511977374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/lutar-e-palavra.html' title='Lutar é a palavra.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5YKJQeLbbw/TmoFCinESMI/AAAAAAAABE8/XqlubKMOiPg/s72-c/tumblr_lqdvwgES2H1qiozpbo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-393763734102019315</id><published>2011-09-08T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:42:35.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O36gJ_raWWI/TmjhkvzM-3I/AAAAAAAABE0/iIDBZWik7eY/s1600/tumblr_lowyhkKVI11qgokp7o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650013753959054194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O36gJ_raWWI/TmjhkvzM-3I/AAAAAAAABE0/iIDBZWik7eY/s400/tumblr_lowyhkKVI11qgokp7o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E quando eu achava que minha delicadeza tinha se despedido pra não mais voltar, ela nunca se foi. Quando eu achava que minha alma era fraca de mais pra fortalecer a influências tão grandes, ela se endureceu como pedra. E quando achei que tinha mudado toda a minha personalidade, descobri em pequenos detalhes, que ainda sou aquela boneca, que ainda sou atenciosa, que ainda sou romântica, que ainda atraio corações. Que ainda sou a pessoa que queria ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-393763734102019315?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/393763734102019315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-quando-eu-achava-que-minha-delicadeza.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/393763734102019315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/393763734102019315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-quando-eu-achava-que-minha-delicadeza.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O36gJ_raWWI/TmjhkvzM-3I/AAAAAAAABE0/iIDBZWik7eY/s72-c/tumblr_lowyhkKVI11qgokp7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8174196275498581892</id><published>2011-09-06T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:47:10.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>mergulho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/636/tumblrlp1na0jaxo1qjrmcz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/636/tumblrlp1na0jaxo1qjrmcz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a água me acalma, me consola, me alegra, me limpa, me transforma. Como se fosse o melhor remédio que eu poderia tomar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8174196275498581892?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8174196275498581892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/mergulho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8174196275498581892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8174196275498581892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/mergulho.html' title='mergulho.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6679253220620411743</id><published>2011-09-05T11:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:42:47.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Toda menina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFSWUU1XnGE/TmTs3NxzM5I/AAAAAAAABEo/AceiWIAwFrg/s1600/tumblr_lk7z09zCLE1qbcs4so1_400_large_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648900265964942226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFSWUU1XnGE/TmTs3NxzM5I/AAAAAAAABEo/AceiWIAwFrg/s400/tumblr_lk7z09zCLE1qbcs4so1_400_large_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda menina tem seus segredos, suas mágoas, seus sentimentos. Nenhuma menina é igual, sem coração. Todas temos motivos pra amar, odiar, chorar, rir, todos diferentes. E toda menina quer ser amada, mimada, beijada, elogiada, abraçada. Não é tão fácil entender como parece, &lt;em&gt;mas é melhor não tentar entender.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6679253220620411743?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6679253220620411743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/toda-menina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6679253220620411743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6679253220620411743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/toda-menina.html' title='Toda menina.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFSWUU1XnGE/TmTs3NxzM5I/AAAAAAAABEo/AceiWIAwFrg/s72-c/tumblr_lk7z09zCLE1qbcs4so1_400_large_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6570040204883189285</id><published>2011-09-02T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:14:25.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Frases que me descrevem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHEUNSInoRE/TmDV2hGFTEI/AAAAAAAABEc/vzvToaZ34fw/s1600/1393367314_5_prkK_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647749065296137282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHEUNSInoRE/TmDV2hGFTEI/AAAAAAAABEc/vzvToaZ34fw/s400/1393367314_5_prkK_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A frase que me descreve muito:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou egoísta, impaciente e um pouco insegura. Cometo erros, sou um pouco fora de controle e as vezes difícil de lidar, mas se você não sabe lidar com o meu pior, então concerteza, você não merece meu melhor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6570040204883189285?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6570040204883189285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/frases-que-me-descrevem.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6570040204883189285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6570040204883189285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/frases-que-me-descrevem.html' title='Frases que me descrevem.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHEUNSInoRE/TmDV2hGFTEI/AAAAAAAABEc/vzvToaZ34fw/s72-c/1393367314_5_prkK_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6679410444535717063</id><published>2011-09-01T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:32:05.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'>Lado direito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvotoTm6QAs/Tl_q7OXVU6I/AAAAAAAABEU/h2EOdNjVQ0Y/s1600/tumblr_liw3htR55e1qfq9q8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647490760935035810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvotoTm6QAs/Tl_q7OXVU6I/AAAAAAAABEU/h2EOdNjVQ0Y/s400/tumblr_liw3htR55e1qfq9q8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Eu tento fazer com que seus momentos ao meu lado sejam sempre melhores. Pra que no futuro você possa estar ainda do meu lado, ou lembrar que eu sempre estive lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6679410444535717063?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6679410444535717063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/lado-direito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6679410444535717063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6679410444535717063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/09/lado-direito.html' title='Lado direito.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OvotoTm6QAs/Tl_q7OXVU6I/AAAAAAAABEU/h2EOdNjVQ0Y/s72-c/tumblr_liw3htR55e1qfq9q8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7847324938477815014</id><published>2011-08-31T08:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:59:54.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diálogos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lembranças.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Mesas, bicos, amigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0k5bkcwG_c/Tl464iFo-iI/AAAAAAAABEM/Ya876-lzoc0/s1600/tttttttrf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647015725666728482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0k5bkcwG_c/Tl464iFo-iI/AAAAAAAABEM/Ya876-lzoc0/s400/tttttttrf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Olha, nem vem dar uma de estressadinho!&lt;br /&gt;- Estressadinha tá você como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;- Não me enche muito não viu, se não posso falar coisas que você não vai gostar!&lt;br /&gt;- Ah nem vem com isso, você que tá bravinha aí.&lt;br /&gt;- Não to bravinha, to de T.P.M, cuidado hein.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu também to Pri.&lt;br /&gt;- Wes, homens não tem T.P.M, tem chatice mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cara de emburrado com direito a bico).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E pode parar com esse bico menino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Segurando o riso ainda com o bico)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dá um cutucada na barriga)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Risos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tá chega, a gente tem que terminar as questões de física.&lt;br /&gt;- Ow, você nem me emprestou né, beleza, amiga é assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;- Pega logo aqui, chega de brigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7847324938477815014?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7847324938477815014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/mesas-bicos-amigo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7847324938477815014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7847324938477815014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/mesas-bicos-amigo.html' title='Mesas, bicos, amigo.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0k5bkcwG_c/Tl464iFo-iI/AAAAAAAABEM/Ya876-lzoc0/s72-c/tttttttrf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-656069505701519855</id><published>2011-08-30T09:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:16:36.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>A tal da Balança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mD1v3xcqjIY/TlzsTgWTUZI/AAAAAAAABDc/gSjMOCNCZNU/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646647852660904338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mD1v3xcqjIY/TlzsTgWTUZI/AAAAAAAABDc/gSjMOCNCZNU/s400/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sou apaixonada por comer, principalmente na hora errada. Participo do grupo "Efeito Sanfona" há muito tempo, e olha, não é nada bom. Consigo emagrecer ou engordar muito rápido, então qualquer coisa que eu faça muda tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odeio ter que me aturar pra não comprar um lanchinho ali, outro aqui, e sei muito bem que aturo pro meu bem. Mas o problema, é que não como fora de hora porque quero, é porque o horário não permite ! Só não tentei academia por estar sem tempo, e não dá pra engordar nos lugares certos usando calça jeans dia/noite a semana inteira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho pro meu corpo e não gosto nada do que vejo. Tá que minha mãe diz "Agradeça pelo que tem, você tá aí cheia de saúde &lt;em&gt;(não sei a onde)&lt;/em&gt;, tem duas pernas, dois braços, um nariz..." e por aí vai. Deixo todo mundo tranquilo dizendo que não ligo pra essa coisa de peso, e fico aqui vivendo neuras e neuras. &lt;em&gt;Não sou gordinha ou magrinha demais, mas acho que meu corpo não é desse país.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto, desabafei, precisava muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQu8iQkXG0g/Tlz6GHSEe3I/AAAAAAAABDk/ucE1BwExALw/s1600/gser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646663015756757874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQu8iQkXG0g/Tlz6GHSEe3I/AAAAAAAABDk/ucE1BwExALw/s400/gser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-656069505701519855?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/656069505701519855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/tal-da-balanca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/656069505701519855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/656069505701519855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/tal-da-balanca.html' title='A tal da Balança.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mD1v3xcqjIY/TlzsTgWTUZI/AAAAAAAABDc/gSjMOCNCZNU/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6449092116356289881</id><published>2011-08-29T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:26:30.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Você em todos os rumos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPIAQxsTyI/Tlu7NdVjLpI/AAAAAAAABDU/NIQ_VXqti0Y/s1600/tr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646312397726756498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPIAQxsTyI/Tlu7NdVjLpI/AAAAAAAABDU/NIQ_VXqti0Y/s400/tr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mesmo mudando todo o rumo do meu futuro, mesmo decidindo tudo diferente daqui em diante, querendo outros rumos, outros lugares, eu sempre te vejo lá, me esperando, em qualquer lugar que eu vá. Nos meus sonhos você sempre esteve presente. Se morasse perto de mim, tudo seria diferente? O que mudaria? Eu teria mesmo esse amor incontrolável por você? &lt;em&gt;Olha, nunca se importe com essas perguntas e nem como responde-las&lt;/em&gt;, se nós somos separados assim, há um grande motivo pra isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6449092116356289881?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6449092116356289881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-em-todos-os-rumos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6449092116356289881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6449092116356289881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-em-todos-os-rumos.html' title='Você em todos os rumos.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPIAQxsTyI/Tlu7NdVjLpI/AAAAAAAABDU/NIQ_VXqti0Y/s72-c/tr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5192781247816668248</id><published>2011-08-25T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:57:23.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Quero mesmo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--e8aesIG2VA/TlZEssi_qkI/AAAAAAAABDM/hpbzTPdgA8Y/s1600/geosr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644774717618367042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--e8aesIG2VA/TlZEssi_qkI/AAAAAAAABDM/hpbzTPdgA8Y/s400/geosr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe, eu pretendo mudar. Pretendo cuidar mais de mim, fisicamente e psicologicamente. Quero ser bonita por dentro e por fora. Quero parar de me preocupar pelo que não é tão importante, quero dar &lt;em&gt;oi&lt;/em&gt; a vida que me foi perdida. Quero que as pessoas se sintam bem com a minha presença, quero dar um basta nas minhas paranóias de que tudo tem que ser milimétricamente calculado. Mas o primeiro passo, é deixar o medo de errar de lado, pra que tudo sejam flores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5192781247816668248?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5192781247816668248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/quero-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5192781247816668248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5192781247816668248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/quero-mesmo.html' title='Quero mesmo.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--e8aesIG2VA/TlZEssi_qkI/AAAAAAAABDM/hpbzTPdgA8Y/s72-c/geosr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5249313163993411225</id><published>2011-08-24T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:20:03.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'>Amor e sanidade recuperados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzBMnl2P3D8/TlUF8nreQvI/AAAAAAAABDA/7Dn2CCg-ixo/s1600/jyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644424246980395762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzBMnl2P3D8/TlUF8nreQvI/AAAAAAAABDA/7Dn2CCg-ixo/s400/jyg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E depois de quase chegar ao fundo do poço, &lt;em&gt;eis que você, meu antigo amor&lt;/em&gt;, me traz de volta a realidade, me traz de volta a sanidade, me traz de volta o amor que nunca sumira, daquele espaço que foi sempre seu, e continua a descansar esperando o dia em que te veja em carne e osso. O incrível é como nós dois temos o sentido de precisarmos um do outro para voltar a si, pra curar a exaustão, pois você estava ali também pedindo ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembre-se do que te disse, vou estar ali sempre que precisar, e tenho certeza de que você também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5249313163993411225?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5249313163993411225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-e-sanidade-recuperados.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5249313163993411225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5249313163993411225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-e-sanidade-recuperados.html' title='Amor e sanidade recuperados.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzBMnl2P3D8/TlUF8nreQvI/AAAAAAAABDA/7Dn2CCg-ixo/s72-c/jyg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1405284212100140623</id><published>2011-08-23T10:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:41:15.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo do Dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Aquela felicidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOTJx2dRhwY/TlO6zWmg2iI/AAAAAAAABC4/UCF55ThZFf0/s1600/tumblr_lq55ytAOuF1qki3wto1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOTJx2dRhwY/TlO6zWmg2iI/AAAAAAAABC4/UCF55ThZFf0/s400/tumblr_lq55ytAOuF1qki3wto1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644060149428574754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo do dia é a felicidade que todos nós vemos nos filmes. Aquela de mais uma missão cumprida, aquela do amor conquistado, aquela do anjo feito na neve. Aquela boa e velha história de que o final vai ser sempre feliz, não importa o que aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1405284212100140623?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1405284212100140623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/aquela-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1405284212100140623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1405284212100140623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/aquela-felicidade.html' title='Aquela felicidade.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOTJx2dRhwY/TlO6zWmg2iI/AAAAAAAABC4/UCF55ThZFf0/s72-c/tumblr_lq55ytAOuF1qki3wto1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5587786914465298823</id><published>2011-08-22T12:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:21:31.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Porcelana fortalecida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nPAasOpubw/TlKF5jhBa4I/AAAAAAAABCw/C6Yr0WRXGQo/s1600/fgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643720506881436546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nPAasOpubw/TlKF5jhBa4I/AAAAAAAABCw/C6Yr0WRXGQo/s400/fgd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois bem, aquela boneca de porcelana que você conhecia se fortaleceu. Não racha mais com qualquer briga ou palavras ditas de boca pra fora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É incrível como certas pessoas não se importam em magoar corações. Costumam achar que somos meros brinquedos e que não ligamos se um dia resolverem irem embora. Não me conformo nem um pouco com esse pensamento. Já sofri com isso, sofro com isso e conheço pessoas que sofrem com isso. Cada vez mais, essa mania de ferir corações está ficando normal, e isso não devia acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5587786914465298823?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5587786914465298823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/porcelana-fortalecida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5587786914465298823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5587786914465298823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/porcelana-fortalecida.html' title='Porcelana fortalecida.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nPAasOpubw/TlKF5jhBa4I/AAAAAAAABCw/C6Yr0WRXGQo/s72-c/fgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-9048957117202486021</id><published>2011-08-19T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:37:53.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYq8kUGAQus/Tk5w_EgdzhI/AAAAAAAABCo/YeZFq8UdGC4/s1600/tumblr_lq30cbAx1H1qfgo5uo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYq8kUGAQus/Tk5w_EgdzhI/AAAAAAAABCo/YeZFq8UdGC4/s400/tumblr_lq30cbAx1H1qfgo5uo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642571611985792530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eu tenho as minhas fugas desse mundo. Sei exatamente pra onde ir em momentos de desespero. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Músicas, filmes e livros&lt;/span&gt;. Mundos onde só eu tenho o controle, onde eu posso ser o que quiser, falar o que der nas ideias. Todo mundo sabe que deve ter um botão de escape, e o meu é esse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-9048957117202486021?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9048957117202486021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/escape.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/9048957117202486021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/9048957117202486021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/escape.html' title='Escape.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYq8kUGAQus/Tk5w_EgdzhI/AAAAAAAABCo/YeZFq8UdGC4/s72-c/tumblr_lq30cbAx1H1qfgo5uo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3947688193565778410</id><published>2011-08-18T08:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:01:23.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lembranças.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'>Histórias parecidas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y7ALPIbq78/Tk0XRdaBRTI/AAAAAAAABCg/b1P8jJfpuNw/s1600/270511_224868194214082_224834550884113_728651_1408695_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642191496884077874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y7ALPIbq78/Tk0XRdaBRTI/AAAAAAAABCg/b1P8jJfpuNw/s400/270511_224868194214082_224834550884113_728651_1408695_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem vi uma história parecida com a nossa, mas com probabilidades muito maiores de dar certo. Vi o que aquele casal estava passando. A ansiedade da vista, o medo da aparência, o amor incontrolável. Moram na mesma cidade, só que tem outros motivos pra nunca terem se visto. A gente tinha problemas muito maiores né ?! Foi tudo muito louco. Nos conhecemos, brincamos como se fôssemos amigos de infância, onde tudo começou a mudar. Ninguém imagina ter um amor à distância, eu senti a falta da sua presença carnal por longos dois anos. Foi incrível levar isso por tanto tempo, até que um dia a gente muda de opinião e as pessoas que estão por perto começam a chamar mais atenção. &lt;em&gt;Mas você me ensinou que não se precisa de um toque, um beijo ou um abraço pra amar alguém. Obrigada meu antigo amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3947688193565778410?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3947688193565778410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/historias-parecidas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3947688193565778410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3947688193565778410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/historias-parecidas.html' title='Histórias parecidas.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y7ALPIbq78/Tk0XRdaBRTI/AAAAAAAABCg/b1P8jJfpuNw/s72-c/270511_224868194214082_224834550884113_728651_1408695_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3048256938226112078</id><published>2011-08-17T08:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:09:24.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Cansada de hormônios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exXOGNlVAMo/Tku5gQwbSuI/AAAAAAAABB4/fP4tJgGuXJg/s1600/tumblr_lpdrmvmECH1qc0cxpo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641806922116713186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exXOGNlVAMo/Tku5gQwbSuI/AAAAAAAABB4/fP4tJgGuXJg/s400/tumblr_lpdrmvmECH1qc0cxpo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sentir a exaustão dentro de mim é desesperador. Exaustão física, exaustão emocional. Eu sinto tudo, mas não sei porque, e isso me deixa cansada. Paranóia? Pode ser. Todos esses sentimentos juntos me sufocam as vezes. Quase certeza que devem ser esses malditos hormônios. &lt;em&gt;E depois dizem que adolescentes tem a cabeça vazia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3048256938226112078?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3048256938226112078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cansada-de-hormonios.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3048256938226112078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3048256938226112078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cansada-de-hormonios.html' title='Cansada de hormônios.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exXOGNlVAMo/Tku5gQwbSuI/AAAAAAAABB4/fP4tJgGuXJg/s72-c/tumblr_lpdrmvmECH1qc0cxpo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6313874449879393792</id><published>2011-08-16T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:55:20.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><title type='text'>Na ponta dos pés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN_Up-MYhNM/TkpwefQWspI/AAAAAAAABBw/IHIYINQyq2M/s1600/tumblr_lppzojbeMI1qkop8jo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641445152323449490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN_Up-MYhNM/TkpwefQWspI/AAAAAAAABBw/IHIYINQyq2M/s400/tumblr_lppzojbeMI1qkop8jo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes somos como bailarinas. Temos que andar na ponta do pés, com cuidado, com delicadeza. &lt;em&gt;É como pisar em ovos&lt;/em&gt;. As vezes temos momentos em que qualquer palavra, qualquer gesto pode mudar o sentido de tudo. Hoje calcei minha sapatilha e espero estar pronta pra dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6313874449879393792?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6313874449879393792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/na-ponta-dos-pes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6313874449879393792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6313874449879393792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/na-ponta-dos-pes.html' title='Na ponta dos pés'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN_Up-MYhNM/TkpwefQWspI/AAAAAAAABBw/IHIYINQyq2M/s72-c/tumblr_lppzojbeMI1qkop8jo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-984168255270457677</id><published>2011-08-15T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:19:01.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xonhuUuFHUU/Tkk35qPlkSI/AAAAAAAABBg/3WHCYwG4XDQ/s1600/tumblr_loa47fuSqW1qb5d33o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641101471989993762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xonhuUuFHUU/Tkk35qPlkSI/AAAAAAAABBg/3WHCYwG4XDQ/s400/tumblr_loa47fuSqW1qb5d33o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria saber se é mesmo verdade que horas iguais representam alguma pessoa pensando em mim. De primeira, penso em você. Será que lembra de mim pelo menos uma vez ao dia ? Quando não nos vemos na aula, ou no fim de semana ? Pois eu, bem, você já deve saber, penso em ti todos os dias. Será que já imaginou algum momento a sós comigo ? Ou apenas se lembra de mim como uma amiga nerd ? Quem sabe... Talvez as horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-984168255270457677?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/984168255270457677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/1111.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/984168255270457677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/984168255270457677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xonhuUuFHUU/Tkk35qPlkSI/AAAAAAAABBg/3WHCYwG4XDQ/s72-c/tumblr_loa47fuSqW1qb5d33o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5930591803670967895</id><published>2011-08-12T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:48:03.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Mulher transparente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiHetYOBPcM/TkVUaQzey4I/AAAAAAAABBY/R2xFDHOaffE/s1600/tumblr_lp9ylmfL8q1qciqsmo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640006918515641218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiHetYOBPcM/TkVUaQzey4I/AAAAAAAABBY/R2xFDHOaffE/s400/tumblr_lp9ylmfL8q1qciqsmo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um defeito? Uma qualidade? Ser transparente não é fácil. Não conseguir guardar meus segredos sentimentos por muito tempo é um graande problema. Se concentra, ele não pode saber que você gosta dele, senão vai tudo pros ares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5930591803670967895?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5930591803670967895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/mulher-transparente.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5930591803670967895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5930591803670967895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/mulher-transparente.html' title='Mulher transparente.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiHetYOBPcM/TkVUaQzey4I/AAAAAAAABBY/R2xFDHOaffE/s72-c/tumblr_lp9ylmfL8q1qciqsmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3773134909434510801</id><published>2011-08-10T10:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:15:14.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos.'/><title type='text'>Até em sonhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcyxwTXI80A/TkKq33zFqEI/AAAAAAAABBQ/YigIQi5EZzQ/s1600/tumblr_loybui7IwD1qbmyp4o1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639257560269039682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcyxwTXI80A/TkKq33zFqEI/AAAAAAAABBQ/YigIQi5EZzQ/s400/tumblr_loybui7IwD1qbmyp4o1_1280_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O incrível é que até em sonho seu abraço é perfeito, aconchegante e apertado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até em sonho seu sorriso e remédio pra alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3773134909434510801?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3773134909434510801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/ate-em-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3773134909434510801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3773134909434510801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/ate-em-sonhos.html' title='Até em sonhos.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcyxwTXI80A/TkKq33zFqEI/AAAAAAAABBQ/YigIQi5EZzQ/s72-c/tumblr_loybui7IwD1qbmyp4o1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4080846909840634268</id><published>2011-08-09T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:35:01.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Você é brisa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_8qhYedakg/TkFQ4_udaBI/AAAAAAAABBA/OW0fLcF6DYg/s1600/2011ago07-emi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638877148553766930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_8qhYedakg/TkFQ4_udaBI/AAAAAAAABBA/OW0fLcF6DYg/s400/2011ago07-emi5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu fico ali, com tua cabeça deitada no meu colo, tentando gravar todas as imperfeições que me prendem, que me fazem ficar extasiada com o amor em teus olhos. Tentando imaginar o que será de nós daqui um dia, um mês, um ano... Seu toque é como a brisa, me dá sono, tranquilidade exceto por uma pontada de dor, que nunca vou conseguir identificar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4080846909840634268?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4080846909840634268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-e-brisa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4080846909840634268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4080846909840634268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-e-brisa.html' title='Você é brisa.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_8qhYedakg/TkFQ4_udaBI/AAAAAAAABBA/OW0fLcF6DYg/s72-c/2011ago07-emi5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4123483039656998279</id><published>2011-08-08T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:11:21.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Me disseram,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxs0wFp2C4/TkBB_8Rf-eI/AAAAAAAABA4/fCCcHfDqHlM/s1600/2011jul17-emi10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638579300234951138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxs0wFp2C4/TkBB_8Rf-eI/AAAAAAAABA4/fCCcHfDqHlM/s400/2011jul17-emi10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me disseram que hoje estou com &lt;em&gt;felicidade repentina.&lt;/em&gt; Achei bom ouvir isso, pois só o que ouvi nos últimos dias foram comentários de como eu estava quieta. Felicidade, gostei de ti, fica mais ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4123483039656998279?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4123483039656998279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-disseram.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4123483039656998279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4123483039656998279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-disseram.html' title='Me disseram,'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKxs0wFp2C4/TkBB_8Rf-eI/AAAAAAAABA4/fCCcHfDqHlM/s72-c/2011jul17-emi10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4670108985989206461</id><published>2011-08-07T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:47:40.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentidos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor.'/><title type='text'>e todas as vezes você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0BI_a2UplU/Tj8GWSAQ5vI/AAAAAAAABAo/mu4YTGRMP5k/s1600/tumblr_lfagw7H6oY1qg4ncwo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0BI_a2UplU/Tj8GWSAQ5vI/AAAAAAAABAo/mu4YTGRMP5k/s400/tumblr_lfagw7H6oY1qg4ncwo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638232238350984946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em todas as vezes que eu penso em você, me arrependo amargamente de deixa me entregar por um sentimento idiota. E em todas as vezes que eu penso em você, eu lembro do teu sorriso, e tudo que me fez ter raiva some novamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4670108985989206461?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4670108985989206461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-todas-as-vezes-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4670108985989206461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4670108985989206461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-todas-as-vezes-voce.html' title='e todas as vezes você.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0BI_a2UplU/Tj8GWSAQ5vI/AAAAAAAABAo/mu4YTGRMP5k/s72-c/tumblr_lfagw7H6oY1qg4ncwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1482041283393205452</id><published>2011-08-05T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:54:05.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSAMENTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><title type='text'>Olhos se fechando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqGd-4-44xg/TjwfIZKQ5xI/AAAAAAAABAg/ELel5Ce14tU/s1600/tumblr_lp5wt4PsD51qj7orho1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637415062614370066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqGd-4-44xg/TjwfIZKQ5xI/AAAAAAAABAg/ELel5Ce14tU/s400/tumblr_lp5wt4PsD51qj7orho1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mais do que nunca, eu queria fechar os olhos. Que todos meus pensamentos virassem realidade. Em que o mundo que eu vivo fosse como nos livros, aberto a todo tipo de história, ficção, romance e comédia. Que ao fechar os olhos tivesse certeza de que no final da minha história haveria uma frase com letra cursiva escrito &lt;em&gt;"Final Feliz".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1482041283393205452?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1482041283393205452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/olhos-se-fechando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1482041283393205452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1482041283393205452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/olhos-se-fechando.html' title='Olhos se fechando.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqGd-4-44xg/TjwfIZKQ5xI/AAAAAAAABAg/ELel5Ce14tU/s72-c/tumblr_lp5wt4PsD51qj7orho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8570061326179665087</id><published>2011-08-04T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:30:38.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Alerta TPM !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YS0wcvHnfXg/TjrUPBiupcI/AAAAAAAABAY/PyXfj6yZmyw/s1600/fdsfsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637051238184822210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YS0wcvHnfXg/TjrUPBiupcI/AAAAAAAABAY/PyXfj6yZmyw/s400/fdsfsd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concerteza não é um dos meus melhores dias. Estresse, fome de doce, de gordura, de amor, irritação... Agora imagina tudo isso em uma pessoa só. Mulher é coisa de louco, sangra por mais ou menos seis dias e continua aí, andando, brigando, amando. Qualquer frase, qualquer gesto é captado, nada passa batido por nós. E as vezes a gente sente até demais, exageradamente. Qualquer coisa pode tanto magoar, alegrar e até dar esperanças. Incrível não ?!&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/1203555694577996202-8570061326179665087?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8570061326179665087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/alerta-tpm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8570061326179665087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8570061326179665087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/alerta-tpm.html' title='Alerta TPM !'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YS0wcvHnfXg/TjrUPBiupcI/AAAAAAAABAY/PyXfj6yZmyw/s72-c/fdsfsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8296630518924819693</id><published>2011-08-03T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:44:01.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Corujar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZmsIZ8b_Ow/Tjl1UPplKFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/twKngbntRWE/s1600/tumblr_lmr1naAaIm1qdrca7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636665399289653330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZmsIZ8b_Ow/Tjl1UPplKFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/twKngbntRWE/s400/tumblr_lmr1naAaIm1qdrca7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estudar em casa ou no trabalho não é muito meu forte. Sabe, nunca precisei arrancar os cabelos por alguma prova&lt;em&gt; (claro, em excessão física).&lt;/em&gt; Não sei porque estou tão tranquila agora, sabendo que estamos em Agosto, a prova do Enem é em Outubro e ainda não fiz nenhum cursinho &lt;em&gt;(por falta de tempo, mas procurei feito louca)&lt;/em&gt; ou estudei pra tal da prova. Desde pequena, aprendi coisas que eram de séries avançadas, nunca passei horas estudando em casa, até porque paciência é o que me falta, mas só as explicações em sala de aula são o bastante. É claro que acontece de uma prova ou outra ter aquela decoreba de frases ou respostas, nada que uma boa lida que resolva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é o seguinte, fui testar o Enem ano passado, e é bem simples, a maioria das questões são mais interpretação de texto, mas o que te desgasta mais são os tamanhos do textos, a ansiedade, o nervosismo e a preocupação com a nota final. &lt;strong&gt;Dica&lt;/strong&gt;: Sempre é bom levar alguma coisa pra mastigar: chocolates, chicletes... E o mais importante, se concentrar na prova. Afinal, quem não quer passar na Federal ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8296630518924819693?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8296630518924819693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/corujar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8296630518924819693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8296630518924819693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/corujar.html' title='Corujar.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZmsIZ8b_Ow/Tjl1UPplKFI/AAAAAAAAA_A/twKngbntRWE/s72-c/tumblr_lmr1naAaIm1qdrca7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1035000103505919762</id><published>2011-08-02T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:50:57.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Fortaleza de algodão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn8fHQJf9NY/TjhM4o89J_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/l0OdK72Z7Zw/s1600/tumblr_lpb70w1MQ81qm5zffo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636339469603645426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn8fHQJf9NY/TjhM4o89J_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/l0OdK72Z7Zw/s400/tumblr_lpb70w1MQ81qm5zffo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes está mais forte que a ventania e as vezes mais fraca que a brisa. É assim, derrepente desabo por um motivo tolo, me fortaleço em pequenos gestos. Uma coisa inexplicável essa minha pessoa. O que sinto nunca é definido, o que quero as vezes não é o que preciso. Só tenho a resposta de uma pergunta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem é você ? Sou uma fortaleza de algodão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1035000103505919762?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1035000103505919762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/fortaleza-de-algodao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1035000103505919762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1035000103505919762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/fortaleza-de-algodao.html' title='Fortaleza de algodão.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn8fHQJf9NY/TjhM4o89J_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/l0OdK72Z7Zw/s72-c/tumblr_lpb70w1MQ81qm5zffo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4501788168806318030</id><published>2011-08-01T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:19:07.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>recado do blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_RvhqXLzU/TjbP8VVStCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/6ILX4yrW8Aw/s1600/fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635920619126305826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_RvhqXLzU/TjbP8VVStCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/6ILX4yrW8Aw/s400/fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou realmente triste. Perdi mais um seguidor e não sei o que estou fazendo de errado aqui no blog. Sério, é como se a gente perdesse um amigo. Vocês que fiquem sabendo, estou totalmente aberta pra sugestões, reclamações, dicas e elogios : (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que sei que não ando escrevendo bem aqui, ou as vezes não entrando em todos os blogs que sigo, não ando tendo tempo, muitas coisas estão acontecendo de ruim, e acho que fica meio chato relatar todas elas, o blog ficaria meio melancólico. Me desculpem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4501788168806318030?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4501788168806318030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/recado-do-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4501788168806318030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4501788168806318030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/08/recado-do-blog.html' title='recado do blog.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl_RvhqXLzU/TjbP8VVStCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/6ILX4yrW8Aw/s72-c/fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4166706628467657204</id><published>2011-07-29T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:43:58.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Motivos pra guardar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAs2W3_QutU/TjL22YmPvhI/AAAAAAAAA8o/VY3-FlBvOzM/s1600/fgsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634837497970146834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAs2W3_QutU/TjL22YmPvhI/AAAAAAAAA8o/VY3-FlBvOzM/s400/fgsdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O teu carinho mostra amor, atenção... Com você eu me sinto segura, como se ninguém pudesse me atingir. Sei que isso nunca passará de amizade, mas pra que passar ? Pra que tentar namorar seu coração se sei que não é meu ? Espero que me entenda um dia, pois eu tenho bons motivos pra ficar em silêncio, &lt;em&gt;muito bons.&lt;/em&gt; Por enquanto eu apenas sonho, mas o teus, você realiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4166706628467657204?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4166706628467657204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/motivos-pra-guardar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4166706628467657204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4166706628467657204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/motivos-pra-guardar.html' title='Motivos pra guardar.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAs2W3_QutU/TjL22YmPvhI/AAAAAAAAA8o/VY3-FlBvOzM/s72-c/fgsdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2624799681014307395</id><published>2011-07-28T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:38:09.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Pedido de desculpas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rBFsgcTjhc/TjFirk9t1II/AAAAAAAAA8g/2kczr23WGXM/s1600/gdfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634393109613630594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rBFsgcTjhc/TjFirk9t1II/AAAAAAAAA8g/2kczr23WGXM/s400/gdfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caro D.,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu peço desculpas a você. Nunca fui rude, mal educada ou até mesmo interessada. Estive ali o tempo todo apenas por educação e pena, me desculpe mesmo. Como ninguém sabe que estou apaixonada por um amigo pensam que estou disponível, e claro não te culpo por pensar assim também. Você foi tão simpático a ponto de eu tentar gostar de você, mas não consegui. Seu jeito daria um bom amigo, mas acho que depois de ficar sabendo, talvez não queira. Eu quero mesmo dizer tudo isso a você, e tenho certeza de que só algumas palavras sairão: &lt;em&gt;"Me desculpe, mas não dá, quem sabe podemos ser amigos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2624799681014307395?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2624799681014307395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/pedido-de-desculpas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2624799681014307395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2624799681014307395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/pedido-de-desculpas.html' title='Pedido de desculpas.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rBFsgcTjhc/TjFirk9t1II/AAAAAAAAA8g/2kczr23WGXM/s72-c/gdfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6747922061699930119</id><published>2011-07-26T08:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:02:09.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Agora sim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyPAKeONsMY/Ti7T-ilnjCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OZ6Ady51P28/s1600/ghxfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633673255277005858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyPAKeONsMY/Ti7T-ilnjCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OZ6Ady51P28/s400/ghxfb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de agora em diante eu quero que tudo melhore. Eu sei que nada acontece como a gente quer, mas mesmo acontecendo tudo diferente, que seja bom. Cansei de perder a vontade por tudo. Cansei de ter medo do coração partido. Vamos começar tudo de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6747922061699930119?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6747922061699930119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/agora-sim.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6747922061699930119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6747922061699930119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/agora-sim.html' title='Agora sim.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyPAKeONsMY/Ti7T-ilnjCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OZ6Ady51P28/s72-c/ghxfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4944107192386146154</id><published>2011-07-25T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:11:28.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Essência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G46swsgnGEs/Ti13DuO7NlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/KhSO8ZdmtWE/s1600/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633289614744303186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G46swsgnGEs/Ti13DuO7NlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/KhSO8ZdmtWE/s400/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha essência está guardada a tanto tempo que nem sei mas onde achá-la. Espero um dia ter uma pessoa que possa traze-la de volta pra mim. Fico tão triste por nada e minhas vontades se perdem ao meio de tanta preguiça de viver. Meu sorriso já não é o mesmo e meu coração tem medo de sofrer novamente. Aposto todas as minhas fichas em uma chance, e assim tenho minhas esperanças de que a essência nunca desapareça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4944107192386146154?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4944107192386146154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-essencia-esta-guardada-tanto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4944107192386146154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4944107192386146154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-essencia-esta-guardada-tanto.html' title='Essência.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G46swsgnGEs/Ti13DuO7NlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/KhSO8ZdmtWE/s72-c/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6238394619697143973</id><published>2011-07-24T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:46:57.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Destino.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqHN4NkxWBM/TixmVywqTsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kJex0D2wZtI/s1600/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqHN4NkxWBM/TixmVywqTsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kJex0D2wZtI/s400/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632989758522805954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que o nosso caminho esteja traçado com todas as suas curvas. Por uma conhecidência ou uma perda, um tropeço ou um tombo, um amigo ou um amor. Sabe, eu acredito nisso, nós fazemos tantos projetos, pensamos tanto, pra no final quase sempre mudar tudo. Quando não era pra ser, acontece isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6238394619697143973?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6238394619697143973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/destino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6238394619697143973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6238394619697143973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/destino.html' title='Destino.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqHN4NkxWBM/TixmVywqTsI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kJex0D2wZtI/s72-c/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-3205672125767463623</id><published>2011-07-23T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:22:21.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ue-8kCGdFQ/TitW1uaWB4I/AAAAAAAAA7A/WfffsJUO_Fo/s1600/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ue-8kCGdFQ/TitW1uaWB4I/AAAAAAAAA7A/WfffsJUO_Fo/s400/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632691239948519298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As consequências do meu passado me atacam até hoje. Cada lembrança, cada atitude, as vezes me pego lembrando  quase chorando por isso. É tão ruim, tão sufocante. A maioria dos arrependimentos são por causa disso. Por favor, que eu possa esquecer isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-3205672125767463623?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3205672125767463623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-consequencias-do-meu-passado-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3205672125767463623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/3205672125767463623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-consequencias-do-meu-passado-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ue-8kCGdFQ/TitW1uaWB4I/AAAAAAAAA7A/WfffsJUO_Fo/s72-c/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-951197358624874587</id><published>2011-07-22T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:28:55.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Porque né.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFozR02o1VI/TimOXON5rOI/AAAAAAAAA64/k31KK_Q1o2s/s1600/dfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632189338608053474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFozR02o1VI/TimOXON5rOI/AAAAAAAAA64/k31KK_Q1o2s/s400/dfs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meu sonhos estão na hora de ficarem adultos, porque né, 17 anos não é fácil.&lt;/em&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/1203555694577996202-951197358624874587?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/951197358624874587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/porque-ne.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/951197358624874587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/951197358624874587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/porque-ne.html' title='Porque né.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFozR02o1VI/TimOXON5rOI/AAAAAAAAA64/k31KK_Q1o2s/s72-c/dfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8744181187211937959</id><published>2011-07-21T11:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:33:51.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentidos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>O sonho - Parte III</title><content type='html'>Acordei. O quarto realmente precisava de limpeza. As paredes eram brancas, mas agora estavam sujas de barro e meia avermelhadas, resolvi sair, esse quarto já estava me deixando sem ar. A casa parecia um labirinto, não só as paredes do quarto eram sujas, mas toda a casa. Derrepente o corredor acaba, a luz machuca meus olhos, não sei quanto tempo passei ali mas parece que foi muito. A poucos metros tem outra casa, mais elaborada e limpa, branca.&lt;br /&gt;Do lado das duas casas havia um jardim simples, tinha crianças, poucas, todas com os rostinhos cansados, como se estivessem chorando a muito tempo, e pelo jeito estavam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava completamente diferente. Descalça, cabelos soltos e um vestido branco. Comecei a enxergar as coisas um pouco embaçado e mesmo assim fui andar pelo jardim. Não havia muitas plantas nele, grama um pouco gasta, pingos de ouros e várias árvores um pouco longe. Cheguei perto de um pingo de ouro, comecei a debulhar as sementes e jogá-las no chão, não foi sem motivo, mas queria ver quem estava em volta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Três homens sentados na varanda há poucos metros de mim e ao longe podia ver que os muros que nos cercavam eram brancos e a cada pilar havia um homem armado. Aquela cena me causou arrepios. Este lugar estava em volta de uma mata, eu podia ver e podia sentir pelo ar. Algumas crianças correndo pelo pátio. Pude ver uma menina escorada na parede da casa, tinha mais ou menos a minha altura, cabelos louros e rosto branco, olha com indiferença e parecia não se importar com aquilo tudo.&lt;br /&gt;As sementes estavam acabando, dei a volta na planta pra procurar mais quando dou de cara com um menino. Alto, branco, cabelos castanhos escuros e olhava diretamente pra mim o que me fez corar na hora. Ele começou a debulhar sementes também, sempre do meu lado. Depois de um tempo não me importei com a sua presença. Aquele silêncio, foi o primeiro momento de paz que tive ali, mesmo com minha cintura queimando quando me virava bruscamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oi. - Foi a única coisa que ele disse. Mas só aquilo bastava pro meu coração bater mais rápido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8744181187211937959?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8744181187211937959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-sonho-parte-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8744181187211937959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8744181187211937959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-sonho-parte-iii.html' title='O sonho - Parte III'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2919018741526408294</id><published>2011-07-20T08:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:17:45.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data comemorativa'/><title type='text'>Dia Especial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcDK6stjFyY/TibhUoV6CSI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HPsqYO372WE/s1600/fds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436128616319266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcDK6stjFyY/TibhUoV6CSI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HPsqYO372WE/s400/fds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah olha só! Dia do Amigo. Quero parabenizar a todos os meus amigos, desde os mais afastados até os que enchem minha paciência todos os dias. Agradecer por fazerem parte da minha vida, e dizer que cada um tem uma gaveta especial no meu coraçãozinho. É, mesmo que todos esses anos tenham passado, lembro dos melhores momentos de cada um, todos essenciais de alguma forma, de alguma hora. Espero não perder ninguém de vista, &lt;em&gt;mas sim ganhar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo vocês meus benzinhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2919018741526408294?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2919018741526408294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-especial.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2919018741526408294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2919018741526408294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-especial.html' title='Dia Especial.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcDK6stjFyY/TibhUoV6CSI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HPsqYO372WE/s72-c/fds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7730509775547248813</id><published>2011-07-18T09:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:17:42.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentidos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>O sonho - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Acho que vocês repararam, mas quando falo mata, é mata mesmo. Trabalho no Parque dos Poderes, onde ficam as secretarias que cordenam todo o Estado. E como é um lugar pouco afastado do centro da cidade, o Parque é rodeado por uma reserva florestal. Bom, voltamos ao sonho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo meio tonta e com uma dor imensa nas costas. Há pessoas em volta de mim, a cama tem lençóis brancos meio sujos, o quarto é escuro, as paredes sujas de terra. A senhora está com uma injeção na mão, as outras pessoas são homens. Um ao lado dela, parecia sério e fechado. Outro na frente da cama, parecia bêbado e me olhava como se fosse a última mulher do mundo. No outro lado da cama, havia o último, segurando meu braço direito, e parecia que não ia soltar nem se alguém aparecesse atirando em todo mundo. Eu estava com roupas diferentes, minhas coisas haviam sumido, e mal conseguia me levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É melhor eu aplicar logo essa injeção em você ou as coisas vão piorar. - Falava aquilo como se fosse médica ou tivesse feito isso inúmeras vezes. Enquanto isso, o cara do meu lado, apertava mais forte meu braço. Tentei me levantar e foi um fracasso. O lado esquerdo da minha cintura até quase o peito estavam roxas, como se tivesse quebrado algum osso ou tivesse levado uma picada.&lt;br /&gt;- Vocês não vão aplicar isso aí em mim não!. - Minha voz era de alguém fraca e deseperada.&lt;br /&gt;- Aqui você não tem escolha. - O homem ao lado dela resolveu se manifestar, tinha uma voz grossa e firme.&lt;br /&gt;- Vocês podem vendê-la pra mim se quiserem, pago o preço que for. - A voz daquele bêbado me dava ânsia e o seu olhar me dava medo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ela vai ficar aqui. - O homem ao lado da senhora parecia alguém importante ali, tinha firmeza no olhar, era ele que mandava. Todos se calaram, inclusive eu.&lt;br /&gt;- Chamem uma das meninas para passar a pomada no lugar da injeção, ela já ficou muito tempo desacordada. - Mandou todos saírem, parou na porta e virou pra mim. A menina passou por ele e veio até mim, deu um sorriso amarelo e levantou até a metade minha blusa, pegou alguns algodões que estavam na cama ao lado e começou a passar a pomada. Depois de um longo minuto pra nós, ele se foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos ali no silêncio durante alguns minutos, logo que terminou foi embora, já me sentia melhor, mas decidi ficar ali, mal sabia o que me esperava lá fora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7730509775547248813?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7730509775547248813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-sonho-parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7730509775547248813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7730509775547248813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-sonho-parte-ii.html' title='O sonho - Parte II'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7272407425977492508</id><published>2011-07-18T08:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:00:29.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentidos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>O sonho - Parte I</title><content type='html'>Eram mais ou menos 7h da manhã. Estava chovendo, e o ônibus lotado como sempre. Pessoas mal humoradas, bancos meio molhados, e ao meio de toda essa bagunça, uma senhora sentada sorrindo conhecidentemente pra mim. Não devia ter mais que 50 anos, até que o lugar ao lado dela fica vago. Sento-me toda desajeitada pois o movimento do ônibus atrapalha qualquer um que viesse tentar ficar em pé sem segurar em algum lugar. Me desculpem, mas deixei escapar os detalhes dessa mulher, sei apenas que era meia bronzeada, com cabelos castanhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vejo você todos os dias nesse ônibus, parece ser uma moça tão educada. - Seu sorriso era simpático e misterioso ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;- Como ? Eu nunca vi a senhora aqui. - Será que era brincadeira? Pego esse ônibus a quase um ano, e tenho certeza de que nunca a vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que só poderiam acontecer em sonho. O ônibus muda seu curso por causa de alguns imprevistos da chuva e pega uma estrada que nunca tinha visto.&lt;br /&gt;Não me perguntem o porquê mas resolvi descer e ir a pé, melhor do que chegar atrasada no trabalho numa segunda-feira. Ela também desce. Me viro para ver onde realmente estou e quando vou olhá-la novamente, ela me abraça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe querida. - Antes que tente revidar ou fugir, ela me segura pelos braços e me puxa pra algum lugar distante adentro da mata. Estava ficando realmente desesperada, ouço alguém atrás de mim e depois um baque, tudo fica escuro e durmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7272407425977492508?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7272407425977492508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-sonho-parte-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7272407425977492508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7272407425977492508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-sonho-parte-i.html' title='O sonho - Parte I'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7696157752685469075</id><published>2011-07-15T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:28:42.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Tsc tsc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO2FjGuyAhg/TiBxIaiKEKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/oGtMCcX2etE/s1600/cvz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629623923588599970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO2FjGuyAhg/TiBxIaiKEKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/oGtMCcX2etE/s400/cvz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as vezes eu não sei o que fazer em relação a você, &lt;em&gt;a nós&lt;/em&gt;. Realmente esse negócio de só amiga não deu certo, principalmente com essas suas histórias e aventuras e esse meu ciúme que corróe por dentro. Calma, to conseguindo passar por isso, chá de camomila também ajuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7696157752685469075?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7696157752685469075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/tsc-tsc.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7696157752685469075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7696157752685469075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/tsc-tsc.html' title='Tsc tsc.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZO2FjGuyAhg/TiBxIaiKEKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/oGtMCcX2etE/s72-c/cvz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7508269186381316730</id><published>2011-07-14T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:41:01.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>Que tudo mude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHmMjx3d5M/Th82Vtuil0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/et29fvfmwoI/s1600/tumblr_lmjtiuEXFm1qgnq3ro1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629277805916362562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHmMjx3d5M/Th82Vtuil0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/et29fvfmwoI/s400/tumblr_lmjtiuEXFm1qgnq3ro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo podia mudar pra melhor. Que os dias fossem mais alegres, que as pessoas fossem mais educadas, que o cavalheirismo nunca desaparecesse, que o sorvete não derretesse, que o 'Eu te Amo' não fosse banalizado, que a sociedade percebesse seu erro e mudasse o mundo pra melhor. São pequenos gestos, pequenas coisas, que deixam tudo mais gostoso, &lt;em&gt;mais feliz&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7508269186381316730?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7508269186381316730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-tudo-mude.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7508269186381316730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7508269186381316730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-tudo-mude.html' title='Que tudo mude.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoHmMjx3d5M/Th82Vtuil0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/et29fvfmwoI/s72-c/tumblr_lmjtiuEXFm1qgnq3ro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-909225656865148723</id><published>2011-07-13T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:20:35.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPdaNTdZeWQ/Th2Y8tGUrHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sLll1xsC134/s1600/ijuhyig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628823277948677234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPdaNTdZeWQ/Th2Y8tGUrHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sLll1xsC134/s400/ijuhyig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje estou fazendo 17 primaveras&lt;/em&gt;. Estou feliz por tudo que consegui ano passado mas sei que poderia ser melhor. Vi que se passou mais um ano e meus amigos ainda estão aqui (a maioria), conquistei novos e já são essenciais em minha vida. Adorei as mensagens a uma hora da manhã, mesmo que isso tenha afetado meu pequeno sono. Gostei da ligações, dos abraços e dos sorrisos. Sou uma menina de sorte, sou uma fortaleza de algodão, mamãe e papai agradeço as vocês dois por ser essa pessoa completamente louca e séria ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-909225656865148723?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/909225656865148723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/909225656865148723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/909225656865148723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPdaNTdZeWQ/Th2Y8tGUrHI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sLll1xsC134/s72-c/ijuhyig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-6599730659449577169</id><published>2011-07-12T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:22:46.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKWsuAshOg/ThybYH-3AEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OhKKlnSwdlA/s1600/bfxdgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628544473068142658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKWsuAshOg/ThybYH-3AEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OhKKlnSwdlA/s400/bfxdgf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a pergunta seria : " Posso ser seu anjo da guarda ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-6599730659449577169?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6599730659449577169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-pergunta-seria-posso-ser-seu-anjo-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6599730659449577169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/6599730659449577169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-pergunta-seria-posso-ser-seu-anjo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKWsuAshOg/ThybYH-3AEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OhKKlnSwdlA/s72-c/bfxdgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4607472615599815172</id><published>2011-07-11T09:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:05:03.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><title type='text'>eu desisti,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZtwd6XBQU/Thr9sDIZzsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iEsy-m-XKMY/s1600/dfdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628089617549479618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZtwd6XBQU/Thr9sDIZzsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iEsy-m-XKMY/s400/dfdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu desisti de amar você como amor. Mesmo que nunca tenha descoberto esse sentimento, espero que continue assim, nunca mude ou se afaste, pois é assim que me escolheu, como amiga. E as vezes parecia duvidar dessa amizade, o que me cortava por dentro, ter certeza que não aguentaria a verdade, que amo você de maneira diferente. Então deixei em silêncio e pedi que guardassem esse amor no canto mais profundo do coração, que lá ficasse até que um dia desaparessece. De volta as origens, confie em mim, mais uma vez estou aqui como amiga e nada mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4607472615599815172?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4607472615599815172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-desisti-de-amar-voce-como-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4607472615599815172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4607472615599815172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-desisti-de-amar-voce-como-amor.html' title='eu desisti,'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIZtwd6XBQU/Thr9sDIZzsI/AAAAAAAAA6I/iEsy-m-XKMY/s72-c/dfdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5557813474554813819</id><published>2011-07-07T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:41:52.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>fotos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHrPe5bkLW0/ThXBmHhh3hI/AAAAAAAAA6A/WBvpu-SXuVY/s1600/tumblr_lndizkOATl1qcxieko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626616170068172306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHrPe5bkLW0/ThXBmHhh3hI/AAAAAAAAA6A/WBvpu-SXuVY/s400/tumblr_lndizkOATl1qcxieko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo o que tenho são as fotos dos nossos momentos em minha mente, guardadas pra sempre ali, na caixinha de amigos escrito "Essenciais"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5557813474554813819?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5557813474554813819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/fotos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5557813474554813819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5557813474554813819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/fotos.html' title='fotos.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHrPe5bkLW0/ThXBmHhh3hI/AAAAAAAAA6A/WBvpu-SXuVY/s72-c/tumblr_lndizkOATl1qcxieko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8299916783960145274</id><published>2011-07-06T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:57:19.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iVmr1CIvqPs/ThRk1CbDEMI/AAAAAAAAA54/tbJrnIyrW68/s1600/tumblr_lmtmrfBSTs1qbygswo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626232696838754498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iVmr1CIvqPs/ThRk1CbDEMI/AAAAAAAAA54/tbJrnIyrW68/s400/tumblr_lmtmrfBSTs1qbygswo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso muito de um dia calmo. Preciso que todos parem de reclamar um pouco de suas vidas rotineiras e chatas pra que o dia possa ser feliz. Eu prefiro o silêncio pra escrever. Limpo a mente, o coração, e assim, me veem coisas boas na cabeça. Nada melhor que aquele texto bem feito, que faz com que cada detalhe entre dentro de mim e me possua de alguma forma. Essa é uma das minha fugas. Onde posso ser quem eu quiser e quem sabe, posso até fazer um final feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8299916783960145274?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8299916783960145274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-preciso-muito-de-um-dia-calmo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8299916783960145274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8299916783960145274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-preciso-muito-de-um-dia-calmo.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iVmr1CIvqPs/ThRk1CbDEMI/AAAAAAAAA54/tbJrnIyrW68/s72-c/tumblr_lmtmrfBSTs1qbygswo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-9208170479724359591</id><published>2011-07-05T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:23:00.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>Sim,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsYam-ex3TQ/ThMP_fDPhCI/AAAAAAAAA5w/i8hapOWbWvI/s1600/tumblr_lklfqtN2HF1qeaecmo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625857942857155618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsYam-ex3TQ/ThMP_fDPhCI/AAAAAAAAA5w/i8hapOWbWvI/s400/tumblr_lklfqtN2HF1qeaecmo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu realmente queria agradar a todos, todos mesmo. Não perder ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-9208170479724359591?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9208170479724359591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/sim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/9208170479724359591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/9208170479724359591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/sim.html' title='Sim,'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsYam-ex3TQ/ThMP_fDPhCI/AAAAAAAAA5w/i8hapOWbWvI/s72-c/tumblr_lklfqtN2HF1qeaecmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-4646406853754129007</id><published>2011-07-04T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:44:33.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><title type='text'>compre uma e leve duas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vZupGQOEcA/ThG94vZ11NI/AAAAAAAAA5o/BUqRV-fVRsM/s1600/262220_1937408119854_1381905818_31946318_2354785_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625486192057636050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vZupGQOEcA/ThG94vZ11NI/AAAAAAAAA5o/BUqRV-fVRsM/s400/262220_1937408119854_1381905818_31946318_2354785_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esqueça. Uma pessoa não é uma pessoa só, ela é várias. Cada momento vai conhecer uma. Não se aborreça com o lado chato, grudento, ciumento, estressado, lembre apenas do bons. São eles que te dão esperanças de dias melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-4646406853754129007?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4646406853754129007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/compre-uma-e-leve-duas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4646406853754129007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/4646406853754129007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/compre-uma-e-leve-duas.html' title='compre uma e leve duas.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vZupGQOEcA/ThG94vZ11NI/AAAAAAAAA5o/BUqRV-fVRsM/s72-c/262220_1937408119854_1381905818_31946318_2354785_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8084736827501788564</id><published>2011-07-01T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:49:48.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrevo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eriFooY--BE/Tg31juG3FNI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FspJc5ddCoo/s1600/tumblr_lnaamq9Upm1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624421503676650706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eriFooY--BE/Tg31juG3FNI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FspJc5ddCoo/s400/tumblr_lnaamq9Upm1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pressas num texto mal arrumado, rasurado com rabiscos e uma letra que faço quando estou preguiçosa. Minha criatividade vem tão rápido quanto vai, e nesse meio tempo, tiro o máximo de proveito pra fazer alguma coisa descente. Data marcada pra ontem e a quase obrigação de escrever sobre uma festa que nem fui, e quem me mete nessas coisas sempre? Melhor amigo, porque né, pra ganhar pontos extras todo mundo faz alguma coisa. No fim, tudo bem. Pontos ganhos, alegria dada e satisfação no rosto. Até que é bom fazer um bem de vez em quando, ainda mais quando é pra um amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8084736827501788564?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8084736827501788564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-pressas-num-texto-mal-arrumado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8084736827501788564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8084736827501788564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-pressas-num-texto-mal-arrumado.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eriFooY--BE/Tg31juG3FNI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FspJc5ddCoo/s72-c/tumblr_lnaamq9Upm1qcrsn7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2293448710804492909</id><published>2011-06-30T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:58:02.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>estar aqui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PD4xIWqZww/TgzCaXgFMNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XkZuf2GHp2U/s1600/tumblr_lmuf3aXjgX1qf7ikto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624083792919867602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PD4xIWqZww/TgzCaXgFMNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XkZuf2GHp2U/s400/tumblr_lmuf3aXjgX1qf7ikto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um lugar tranquilo, uma vista boa, uma pessoa que me faça sorrir toda vez que olhar pra ela. Um olhar que me deixe sem graça, um beijo que me tire o fôlego e um roçar de bochechas que mostre carinho. Sonho com esse lugar todos os dias e todas as noites, antes de dormir e depois de acordar. O único lugar em que depois de uma briga tuda melhora, em que a chuva não atrapalha, onde a distância não existe. Onde tudo é ali e agora, sem regras e sem mentiras. O meu lugar, que tenho triteza em dizer, que aqui na realidade, não vai acontecer do mesmo jeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2293448710804492909?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2293448710804492909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/estar-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2293448710804492909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2293448710804492909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/estar-aqui.html' title='estar aqui.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PD4xIWqZww/TgzCaXgFMNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XkZuf2GHp2U/s72-c/tumblr_lmuf3aXjgX1qf7ikto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-343599136891108477</id><published>2011-06-28T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:26:31.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortaleza de algodão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAlNHE7Weww/Tgn0nCMUgQI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/PDvvxyVUj0s/s1600/sociedade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623294561189396738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAlNHE7Weww/Tgn0nCMUgQI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/PDvvxyVUj0s/s400/sociedade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa sociedade não tem mais jeito. Aprovou-se uma lei que agora falar de qualquer jeito é certo, compraram-se livros com escritas erradas, e nossas crianças? Vão crescer aprendendo tudo assim? Jogando toda nossa cultura pro ralo? A educação de pai e mãe nunca mais vai ser como de antes. A cada filho muda e quando acham que estão mudando pra melhor, não estão. Já cedo podemos ver o resultado. Estou muito triste com isso, amo crianças e odeio ver que estão crescendo assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-343599136891108477?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/343599136891108477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-sociedade-nao-tem-mais-jeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/343599136891108477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/343599136891108477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-sociedade-nao-tem-mais-jeito.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAlNHE7Weww/Tgn0nCMUgQI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/PDvvxyVUj0s/s72-c/sociedade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-8130299073677562025</id><published>2011-06-27T11:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:32:52.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensação.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto favorita.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro04z8Wf_p8/TgifmjVFCpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eBwLeS8nDD0/s1600/tumblr_lmde5wlvTR1ql2yzso1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622919619439561362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro04z8Wf_p8/TgifmjVFCpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eBwLeS8nDD0/s400/tumblr_lmde5wlvTR1ql2yzso1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O incrível é como nossas diferenças nos aproximam, nos deixam mais ligados um ao outro. Nos tornam mais amigos, mais unidos. Seu jeito diferente de falar, ouvir, olhar, tocar... Suas escolhas em comida, música, matérias, lugares, enfim, tudo. Tudo em você me interessa por ser diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-8130299073677562025?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8130299073677562025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-incrivel-e-como-nossas-diferencas-nos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8130299073677562025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/8130299073677562025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-incrivel-e-como-nossas-diferencas-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro04z8Wf_p8/TgifmjVFCpI/AAAAAAAAA5I/eBwLeS8nDD0/s72-c/tumblr_lmde5wlvTR1ql2yzso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-392722226783661176</id><published>2011-06-22T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:19:02.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha pessoa'/><title type='text'>lugares.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_p64VIZU4/TgJNoHSyK7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zweaEfXpyBQ/s1600/lugar8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621140636459740082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_p64VIZU4/TgJNoHSyK7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zweaEfXpyBQ/s400/lugar8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com você, qualquer lugar e hora basta pra tudo me deixar feliz, boba e louca de amores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-392722226783661176?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/392722226783661176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/lugares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/392722226783661176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/392722226783661176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/lugares.html' title='lugares.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_p64VIZU4/TgJNoHSyK7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zweaEfXpyBQ/s72-c/lugar8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5098625151289131273</id><published>2011-06-21T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:18:39.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estações'/><title type='text'>Solstício de inverno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91K6KCya5ng/TgCzmtkz8BI/AAAAAAAAA44/jeyv9cRW1NQ/s1600/bgdz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620689812608774162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91K6KCya5ng/TgCzmtkz8BI/AAAAAAAAA44/jeyv9cRW1NQ/s400/bgdz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pra quem gosta do frio como eu. &lt;em&gt;A época do frio e do fortalecimento interior. Dizem que no Solstício de Inverno os poderes da noite e as energias da terra atigem o seu ápice, é tempo de regeneração e de mudanças. No inverno é como se as almas hibernassem para que na primavera tudo volte melhor e mais bonito. As noites são mais longas, os dias são mais tristes. O vento é cortante, a dependência da pessoa amada é maior. Com tudo isso, o inverno se torna a estação mais romântica pra mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5098625151289131273?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5098625151289131273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/solsticio-de-inverno.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5098625151289131273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5098625151289131273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/solsticio-de-inverno.html' title='Solstício de inverno.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91K6KCya5ng/TgCzmtkz8BI/AAAAAAAAA44/jeyv9cRW1NQ/s72-c/bgdz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-5363052024926055433</id><published>2011-06-20T13:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:30:05.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos.'/><title type='text'>birds and dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggzh2UmEIyQ/Tf-DJJERYNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/vi_BYtIIc1Q/s1600/dfzsed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620355053057564882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggzh2UmEIyQ/Tf-DJJERYNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/vi_BYtIIc1Q/s400/dfzsed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em meu sonho, depois daquele beijo você virava passarinho e saía voando, pra longe de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-5363052024926055433?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5363052024926055433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/birds-and-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5363052024926055433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/5363052024926055433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/birds-and-dreams.html' title='birds and dreams.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggzh2UmEIyQ/Tf-DJJERYNI/AAAAAAAAA4w/vi_BYtIIc1Q/s72-c/dfzsed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-2994376364569709915</id><published>2011-06-17T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:10:48.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgl1_ACoV34/TftSTSwQGfI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QXEkO5uR3QU/s1600/Favim_com-20215_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619175451480037874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgl1_ACoV34/TftSTSwQGfI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QXEkO5uR3QU/s400/Favim_com-20215_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-2994376364569709915?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2994376364569709915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2994376364569709915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/2994376364569709915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgl1_ACoV34/TftSTSwQGfI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QXEkO5uR3QU/s72-c/Favim_com-20215_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-7624029888689090319</id><published>2011-06-15T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:56:12.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>bora pular?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx0xPGKVTx0/Tfjia2JH0TI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/HO27JyqEZuE/s1600/tumblr_lezim1sTI11qexeifo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618489485982945586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx0xPGKVTx0/Tfjia2JH0TI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/HO27JyqEZuE/s400/tumblr_lezim1sTI11qexeifo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho coragem de fazer esses tipos de loucura. Paraquedas, Montanhas-Russas, Kamikazes, Torres, Bang Jumps, tudo é fichinha pra outro tipo de coragem. &lt;em&gt;Você tem coragem de mudar tudo? De começar tudo de novo? De arriscar o que mais quer e colocar uma amizade em risco? Isso sim, é uma coisa pra se pensar 895421384 vezes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-7624029888689090319?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7624029888689090319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/bora-pular.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7624029888689090319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/7624029888689090319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/bora-pular.html' title='bora pular?'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx0xPGKVTx0/Tfjia2JH0TI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/HO27JyqEZuE/s72-c/tumblr_lezim1sTI11qexeifo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203555694577996202.post-1743614010262099148</id><published>2011-06-14T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:41:56.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explicação sem sentido.'/><title type='text'>ter perdido tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olIn721gHhQ/Tfdhjpj5VaI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9CmnttV93u8/s1600/tumblr_lmgg7clqQv1qis6mmo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618066325247710626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olIn721gHhQ/Tfdhjpj5VaI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9CmnttV93u8/s400/tumblr_lmgg7clqQv1qis6mmo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem hora que a gente não aguenta mais suportar o amor não-correspondido. A gente chora, pergunta por que aquilo foi acontecer e vê como a pessoa amada é tão idiota pra não perceber o que está acontecendo. Aquele sentimento que é impossível de não sentir, aquela pessoa que te encanta a cada dia e tudo acontece rápido demais. Suas esperanças são de que isso seja apenas uma coisa passageira, mas as vezes não é sempre assim. E quando tudo acaba, na maioria das vezes em lágrimas, ressentimentos e mágoa, você vê que pode ter perdido tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1203555694577996202-1743614010262099148?l=priscylaxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1743614010262099148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/ter-perdido-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1743614010262099148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1203555694577996202/posts/default/1743614010262099148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priscylaxx.blogspot.com/2011/06/ter-perdido-tempo.html' title='ter perdido tempo.'/><author><name>ૐ     'Priscylα</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644194908485092865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSDHE0lfokc/Tk0KZ5IHZMI/AAAAAAAABCA/9w3TXAZhPKE/s220/SAM_0981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olIn721gHhQ/Tfdhjpj5VaI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9CmnttV93u8/s72-c/tumblr_lmgg7clqQv1qis6mmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
