<?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-8214186468468853526</id><updated>2012-01-19T18:38:28.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio títulos.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7987380949712110614</id><published>2012-01-19T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:31:09.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca consegui te escrever,dizer,falar, expressar,cantar,mostrar O QUANTO EU TE AMO,O QUANDO EU DARIA MINHA VIDA POR TI,POR NÓS,O QUANTO EU SOU SUA</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7987380949712110614?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7987380949712110614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2012/01/nunca-consegui-te-escreverdizerfalar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7987380949712110614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7987380949712110614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2012/01/nunca-consegui-te-escreverdizerfalar.html' title='Nunca consegui te escrever,dizer,falar, expressar,cantar,mostrar O QUANTO EU TE AMO,O QUANDO EU DARIA MINHA VIDA POR TI,POR NÓS,O QUANTO EU SOU SUA'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7290371060587515840</id><published>2011-12-22T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:45:51.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não sei por que as pessoas sentem essa necessidade de expressar os sentimentos, eu não sei por que eu tenho essa necessidade, seria muito mais fácil se eu deixasse tudo para lá e não me importasse com o que eu sinto. Na verdade eu não me importo muito com o que eu sinto, mas me importo com o que eu sinto por você, porque eu acho você extremamente linda, eu amo suas historia e seus sonhos, eu amo a verdade que você transmite, eu amo estar com você... Eu amo seu beijo, eu amo seu gosto, eu amo seu nariz, eu amo seu pé, sua altura, seu jeito de disfarçar nervoso, eu amo seu ciúme, eu amo o jeito que você se importa comigo, eu amo você por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas parece que a força do universo não contribuiu ao nosso favor, temos outras pessoas envolvidas e querendo ou não nos temos que dar atenção para tais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De qualquer jeito o seu sorriso vai ser meu raio de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero te reencontrar em uma bem melhor, eu quero te reencontrar mesmo, porque realmente não sei o que será de mim esse tempo sem você, na verdade eu já tenho idéia, já passei um tempo sem você e posso te dizer que não fui muito agradável porque a sua voz se fazia presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não sei se você duvida dos meus sentimentos, mas você deveria abrir mais seus olhos... Eu te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7290371060587515840?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7290371060587515840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sei-por-que-as-pessoas-sentem-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7290371060587515840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7290371060587515840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sei-por-que-as-pessoas-sentem-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7946385189436734215</id><published>2011-12-21T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T06:43:27.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio Fins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Fim do ano sempre minha vida dá uma reviravolta e eu fico meio sem rumo, sempre vem o pensamente ‘’e agora para onde eu vou?’’ frio na barriga, mas vamos para frente ou pros lados ou voltamos atrás,com dor no coração obvio,por que sempre que fizemos uma escolha deixamos uma pessoa para trás e por mais que a pessoa seja insignificante faz falta mas é um incomodo pouco,isso também vai passar,tudo passa até esse estilhaço que estou sentindo no peito,dá uma sensação que não vai passar,dá sensação que você vai sofrer a vida inteira mas é muito pelo contrario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fim do ano, fim de namoro,casamento,fim de escola,de casa,fim de coragem,de saco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Por que finais são tão profundamente dolorosos,arde o coração,esfola é física.Odeio finais.Eu sei que se nada tivesse fim iria ser tedioso,chato....Mas pô o namoro de duas pessoas que se ama precisa ter fim?BEM elas não se amam por que a relação de pessoas que se amam não tem fim.É tão simples e a gente complica tanto,gostamos de nos enganar,no fundo sabemos que não é amor...Desde quando a desconfiança dela apareceu fiquei sabendo que não era amor,depois a falta de paciência o masoquismo a tortura a obsessão ficamos sabendo que não é amor mas não queremos nem saber,vamos continuando seguindo em frente um caminho que não vai para frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Perdemos tanto chorando finais que nos esquecemos da nossa inteligência, nosso amor próprio e o que menos temos TEMPO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Preciso crescer, evoluir,pensar que se foi é por que tinha que ir e que no fim nada temos de verdade,tudo se desgasta,desloca,vai,se cansa. Preciso parar de lamentar por que se foi,porque acabou e começar a agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Já que a coisa ou pessoa é destinada para ir que vá de uma vez e pare de empacar na minha vida,vá e não volte...Por que eu sei que se ela voltar será para ir embora outra vez e isso aqui não é sexo para ficar saindo e entrando e mesmo no sexo arde,cansa e eu to mais que ardida:eu to sangrando e to mais que cansada,eu to morrendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7946385189436734215?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7946385189436734215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/12/odeio-fins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7946385189436734215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7946385189436734215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/12/odeio-fins.html' title='Odeio Fins.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7946469374179569015</id><published>2011-12-20T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:49:57.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: -1.0cm; text-indent: 21.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Estou quebrada por dentro, dizem que eu sou forte então não quero nem imaginar como seria se eu fosse fraca. Dizem que vai passar, mas desta vez é diferente... Eu nunca havia feito planos, nem promessas, nem pactos.E esse mesmo foi me erro.Mas agora acabou,acabou,acabou,acho que terei de escrever &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;100 ‘’acabou’’ para tentar me consolar,para colocar na minha cabeça,porque inconsciente eu vou te ligar,vou me preocupar com o que você está fazendo,se está comendo,vou sentir vontade de&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;você me comer...AI seria tão mais fácil se não houvesse&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;amor ou esse sentimento que eu sinto e chamo de amor.Seria mas fácil se não houvesse tantas pessoas que fazem o mesmo bem que eu,sou tão substituível...Mas mesmo assim espero que tu volte e veja ou pode ser ao contrario:veja e volte.Veja que tu não pode ser você sem mim,veja que tudo que passamos foi bom,veja que podemos superar o que não é bom.Porem mesmo assim,ainda estou sentindo o meu coração se cortar,por haver 50% de chance de você não voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7946469374179569015?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7946469374179569015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/12/estou-quebrada-por-dentro-dizem-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7946469374179569015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7946469374179569015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/12/estou-quebrada-por-dentro-dizem-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8816632151864165877</id><published>2011-10-27T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:03:09.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você vai me abandonar e eu nada posso fazer para impedir. Você é meu único laço, cordão umbilical, ponte entre o aqui de dentro e o lá de fora. Te vejo perdendo-se todos os dias entre essas coisas vivas onde não estou. Tenho medo de, dia após dia, cada vez mais não estar no que você vê. E tanto tempo terá passado, depois, que tudo se tornará cotidiano e a minha ausência não terá nenhuma importância. Serei apenas memória, alívio, enquanto agora sou uma planta carnívora exigindo a cada dia uma gota de sangue para manter-se viva. Você rasga devagar o seu pulso com as unhas para que eu possa beber. Mas um dia será demasiado esforço, excessiva dor, e você esquecerá como se esquece um compromisso sem muita importância. Uma fruta mordida apodrecendo em silêncio no quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8816632151864165877?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8816632151864165877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-me-abandonar-e-eu-nada-posso-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8816632151864165877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8816632151864165877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-me-abandonar-e-eu-nada-posso-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4142699204896475526</id><published>2011-10-27T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:58:46.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não&amp;nbsp;me deixe,me ajude a me curar,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;me abandone assim,eu preciso de&amp;nbsp;você.Eu&amp;nbsp;entreguei&amp;nbsp;meu&amp;nbsp;coração&amp;nbsp;para ti e como vou ficar sem ele?&amp;nbsp;Você&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;pode deixar de lutar por mim assim,eu preciso ver atitudes suas provando que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;quer nosso fim,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;deixe isso acabar.Se tu se for vou ficar sem&amp;nbsp;coração,alma,corpo,paz,sem vida por que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;há vida sem&amp;nbsp;você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4142699204896475526?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4142699204896475526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/deixeme-ajude-me-curar-abandone-assimeu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4142699204896475526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4142699204896475526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/deixeme-ajude-me-curar-abandone-assimeu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3681598237411227772</id><published>2011-10-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:42:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;`` Eu sei, eu sei, o eterno clichê “isso passa”. Passa sim e, quando passar, algo muito mais triste vai acontecer: eu não vou mais te amar. É triste saber que um dia vou ver você passar e não sentir cada milímetro do meu corpo arder e enjoar. É triste saber que um dia vou ouvir sua voz ou olhar seu rosto e o resto do mundo não vai desaparecer. o fim do amor é ainda mais triste do que o nosso fim. Meu amor está cansado, surrado, ele quer me deixar para renascer depois, lindo e puro, em outro canto,&lt;b&gt;MAS EU&amp;nbsp;NÃO QUERO OUTRO CANTO,EU QUERO INSISTIR NO NOSSO CANTO.&amp;nbsp;``&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3681598237411227772?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3681598237411227772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-sei-eu-sei-o-eterno-cliche-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3681598237411227772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3681598237411227772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-sei-eu-sei-o-eterno-cliche-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3719996190563359543</id><published>2011-10-27T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:17:58.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E o pior de tudo é que nós dois fingimos que não sentimos nada. Toda essa história está toda embaralhada,toda difícil e eu estou começando a acreditar que você é infantil,que talvez você ainda não entenda. Já faz tanto tempo que aquilo aconteceu, é até engraçado o jeito como pensei que tudo funcionaria de uma hora para outra. Mas eu ja estou esperando a um tempo,e tão pouco recebo de você que estou ficando exausta por dentro,tão pouca consideração que começo a repensar nos meus valores e do jeito que feri meu orgulho por você,talvez todas essas frases estejam certas,talvez eu esteja segurando uma coisa que deveria deixar ir,talvez eu deva tentar te esquecer apesar das ultimas tentativas frustradas. Mas sei que no fundo,tenho que tentar deixar você sair de mim,mas eu simplesmente não consigo abrir mão de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3719996190563359543?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3719996190563359543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-o-pior-de-tudo-e-que-nos-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3719996190563359543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3719996190563359543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7786189981483053844</id><published>2011-10-22T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:05:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tem um lugar que ela se sente em paz,é o quarto dele,tem cheiro tao bom,coisas que a encanta,tem paz,luz,livros,roupas,chocolates,tudo,menos ela.Ela nunca foi convidada pra entrar lá,as pernas dela que invade,as vezes ele passo do lado dela e nem a repara,para ele ela é só uma menina feia.Ela dorme na sala da casa dele,ele passa pelo sofá e nem olha ela dormir...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas ele é lindo,ela ve uma beleza nele além do corpo&amp;nbsp;físico,ela sente que já encontrou ele em outras vidas por ai,ele tem todo o conhecimento espiritual mas&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sente nadinha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela só quer ser convidada pra entrar no quarto dele...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7786189981483053844?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7786189981483053844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/tem-um-lugar-que-ela-se-sente-em-paze-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7786189981483053844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7786189981483053844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/tem-um-lugar-que-ela-se-sente-em-paze-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-843688306285739872</id><published>2011-10-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:46:57.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partículas de água caiam</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;CAIAM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;caiam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;CAIAM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;pareciam cachoeiras com água salgada,&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;via,&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;se preocupada,ela chorava no cantinho da sala,ela só queria&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;que realmente se&amp;nbsp;preocupa-se,ela se sentia sem&amp;nbsp;ninguém,ela nunca teve&amp;nbsp;alguém,sempre foi jogada nesse mundo-de-meu-deus,parecia que os outros sentiam prazer em a machucar,em&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;a amar,ela só queria&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;que a amasse de verdade,que desse&amp;nbsp;atenção&amp;nbsp;umas 25horas,ela é carente,doente,&amp;nbsp;sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-843688306285739872?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/843688306285739872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/particulas-de-agua-caiam-sobre-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/843688306285739872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/843688306285739872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/10/particulas-de-agua-caiam-sobre-meu.html' title='Partículas de água caiam'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-242500072234585797</id><published>2011-09-02T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:35:36.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARTA PRA MINHA ALMA GEMEA (DESAPARECIDA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Aonde está você&amp;nbsp;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não tenho nenhum detector para ir te procurar, então eu estou vivendo a minha vida e seguindo meu&amp;nbsp;coração sempre,um dia ele vai me levar&amp;nbsp;até&amp;nbsp;você (seja lá quem for ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas quero que saiba que tenho saudades do que não vivemos nessa vida e sempre quando penso em você eu te mando boas energias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Estou sempre com você , mesmo não sabendo quem você é ou onde mora,aonde está , se está preocupada em me encontrar etc etc etc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu estou aqui .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-242500072234585797?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/242500072234585797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/09/carta-pra-minha-alma-gemea-desaparecida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/242500072234585797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/242500072234585797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/09/carta-pra-minha-alma-gemea-desaparecida.html' title='CARTA PRA MINHA ALMA GEMEA (DESAPARECIDA)'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4511939442468201932</id><published>2011-09-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:43:41.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Os dias passam, mas o amor não, meu amor por você está surado , sem fé ou esperança , sem coragem , sem paixão , sem posse ou ciúmes,sem lagrimas , sem ataques , sem palpitações avançadas no peito, sem planos , sem devoção, sem sua presença , sem loucuras, sem orgasmos , sem brigas , sem socos , sem cuidados , sem você , sem o seu amor , só com a dor e a espera de um dia eu esquecer essas lembranças que não me deixam dormir, querendo você aqui,me tortura saber que você não vai volta, me tortura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4511939442468201932?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4511939442468201932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/09/dias-passam-mas-o-amor-nao-meu-amor-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4511939442468201932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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com sua voz,me encanta com tuas palavras,me apaixona com teu olhar,me faz te amar por suas falas,me completa com teu abraço,me faz sorrir com os teus sorrisos,me faz te amar com a sua perfeição que tu és.Perfeita.Teus defeitos são perfeitos.Perfeita,como é perfeita sua boca na minha,como é perfeito seu gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Estou cega?Sim,de paixão por tua perfeição.Perfeição.E se tu quebrar meu coração,ele ficara perfeitamente quebrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3029285999217848434?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-442758420726335331</id><published>2011-08-30T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:46:14.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Cabloca linda,beija minha boca,depois vai embora e se esquece de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo passa e meu coração continua com graça,batendo por ti.&lt;br /&gt;E a minha boca vai se perdendo em outras bocas,procurando por ti.&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico toda boba,pensando na tua beleza e na tua boca,e nos teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Cabloca linda,que faz milagres em mim,com seus olhinhos pequenos e altura baixa,coisa mais linda é você pra mim...E infelizmente para os outros também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-442758420726335331?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/442758420726335331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/08/cabloca-lindabeija-minha-bocadepois-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/442758420726335331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/442758420726335331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/08/cabloca-lindabeija-minha-bocadepois-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4147730814043394819</id><published>2011-08-30T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:25:52.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENHA PRA PERTO DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pegue minhas mãos e veja como eu estou fria,estou fria por dentro e por fora,meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Faça aquela transformação em mim,que você sempre fez (mas acho que se cansou).ALIAS,estou muito magoada por que você sumiu,mas agora NÃO importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não importa que eu não sou boa o suficiente pra ti...Não importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Venha pra perto de mim,me bata,me soque,me chupe,me lambe,me sinta,se faça presente,diga que eu sou a mulher da tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; GRITE QUE EU SOU A MULHER DA TUA VIDA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Por que nesse instante eu prometo que vou ser,não importa que eu não sou nada,ou talvez eu seja tanto,que a tua visão de tudo é muito pequena pra enxergar o quanto eu sou tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4147730814043394819?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4147730814043394819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/08/venha-pra-perto-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4147730814043394819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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escrever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Só não sei por onde começar e não sei escrever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;vai ler aqui eu sei,mas eu não me importo,só quero ter um cantinho meu.Não quero atenção,nem elogios,não sei se quero conselhos...Quero ideias e socializar com ideias parecidas ou mais&amp;nbsp;evoluídas&amp;nbsp;com a minha.É isso,tial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3907006701680575776?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3907006701680575776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/08/cambiobarbara-sue-se-expressando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3907006701680575776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3907006701680575776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/08/cambiobarbara-sue-se-expressando.html' title='Cambio,barbara sue se expressando.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-1497901601478672274</id><published>2011-07-30T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:22:29.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="display: inline; font-weight: 100; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; text-align: center; word-spacing: -1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fale alguma coisa,qualquer coisa, eu quero que você continue falando …Não deixe isso se acabar, é chamo isso de isso mesmo! Por que isso não é amor,não é amor meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu fico pensando em você durante as horas,as horas viram dias e olha já faz meses que tu não sai da minha mente e o meu amor no coração não passa,não muda,não dilue,não vai dar uma volta por ai,não sai,não aumenta ou diminui,não muda de lugar,não sai do coração,nem do cérebro e nem do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não quero mudar de lugar,o único lugar que eu quero ir é pra tua casa,mais perto de ti. Não quero sair,não quero que acabe,não quero que isso não é amor -mas parece muito- sai perambulando por ai.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As vezes - quase sempre- fico me perguntando ” se não é amor,porque vou tanto atras&amp;nbsp;? Por que dou minha cara pra bater&amp;nbsp;? Por que não te esqueço&amp;nbsp;? Por que é difícil colocar ponto final em uma frase&amp;nbsp;?”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fico com todos esses blablablas na cabeça,ai uma vozinha dentro de mim fala ”É amor”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-1497901601478672274?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/1497901601478672274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/07/fale-alguma-coisaqualquer-coisa-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/1497901601478672274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/1497901601478672274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/07/fale-alguma-coisaqualquer-coisa-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5901252781260487671</id><published>2011-06-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:13:27.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O problema é que eu sinto saudades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E isso está acabando comigo,mesmo com você longe eu estou sangrando, mesmo você não acabando comigo diretamente eu continuo sangrando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não sei que poder é esse que você tem em mim,em meus pensamentos,em meu corpo ... Eu me sinto tão sua.E esse também é um problema,por que você não merece nem um fio de cabelo meu...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isso é injusto,você me ilude, me troca , me exclui da sua vida, arruma outra,coloca foto dessa vadia no facebook e ainda me adiciona pra mostrar a ''felicidade'' de vocês .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E ainda sim esse carrasco de coração (que não aguenta nem bater direito por causa das suas putices) ainda continua te amando e te querendo e te perdoando... Ele é muito burro,eu sou muito burra, esse amor é muito burro e nos ainda fomos encontrar você,que é pior que nós, você é&lt;b&gt; burra,&lt;/b&gt;por que duvido muito que outra vadia vai te amar como eu te amo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sinto saudades de você,do seu corpo,da sua bunda, da suas mentiras ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5901252781260487671?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5901252781260487671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-problema-e-que-eu-sinto-saudades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5901252781260487671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5901252781260487671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-problema-e-que-eu-sinto-saudades.html' title='O problema é que eu sinto saudades.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8893489069346758216</id><published>2011-06-02T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:51:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; color: #202020; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Está tudo tão incerto,eu odeio isso. Odeio outras pessoas ocupando os lugares do seu coração,que deveriam ser todos meus,&lt;br /&gt;Odeio não ter um aparelho ou qualquer tipo de maquina que medisse o seu ”amor” por mim. Por que é tão difícil os sentimentos serem recíprocos&amp;nbsp;? Estou cansada com essa falta de amor que as pessoas tem por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero alguém só pra mim.Dá vontade de gritar ” QUERO ALGUÉM SÓ PRA MIM” ou escrever diversas vezes quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim, quero alguém SÓ pra mim… Quero que pense só em mim,que deseje só o meu corpo,que só minha voz a acalme,eu quero alguém só meu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8893489069346758216?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8893489069346758216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-tudo-tao-incertoeu-odeio-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8893489069346758216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8893489069346758216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-tudo-tao-incertoeu-odeio-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4802312299209917295</id><published>2011-04-24T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:09:28.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo se vai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Entenda, eu já vivi o suficiente pra aprender que nada é realmente meu, não tenho nada, você acredita que nem medo eu tenho mais ? nem amor,vergonha muito menos,beleza ,brilho no olhar se foi também, a verdade não me acompanha e o amor próprio nem se fala.Não tenho mais aquele meu vestido que foi feito pro meu corpo, que me deixava magra mas eu não tenho mais aquele pneu de gordura como tinha há uns anos atrás...Eu tinha uma&amp;nbsp;sandália&amp;nbsp;linda também,uma cheia de borboletas, mas ela ficou gasta... Poxa eu também tinha um caderno, tinha amigas que escreviam dele coisas do tipo ''vamos ser amigas para sempre '' não tenho mais essas amigas. Nem o chocolate que eu ganhei&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;ontem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;eu tenho mais, nem meus dentes de leite, nem as promessas que você me fez, nem tenho seus beijos, nem seus orgasmos,nem você,nem você,nem você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A lei da vida é essa, as coisas/sentimentos/pessoas se vão... Se elas se foram foi por que já cumpriu alguma missão em nossa vida, mas ainda não me adaptei a viver,sou sim muito apegada nas coisas mesmo sabendo que elas não são minhas... Mas de outra coisa eu sei: Eu abriria mão do meu vestido,do meu sapato, do meu caderno, do chocolate e tudo mais que eu já perdi e vou continuar perdendo, todas essas coisas poderiam continuar no mundo que não é mais meu,mas não você , não consigo abrir mão de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4802312299209917295?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4802312299209917295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/04/tudo-se-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4802312299209917295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4802312299209917295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/04/tudo-se-vai.html' title='Tudo se vai.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7695391411441813882</id><published>2011-04-24T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:46:50.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só sei escrever sobre amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu me peguei pensando sobre essa minha&amp;nbsp;deficiência... Sou movida pelo o amor e pela intensidade, não é por que eu vivi e sofri pouco, não é por que eu não tenha mais nada o que fazer a não se se apaixonar, se ferrar, sofrer e vim escrever nesse blog com meus erros de&amp;nbsp;português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não sei o que está acontecendo comigo, na verdade nunca soube, sou intensa e complica, afasto as pessoas de mim, sim por que as pessoas normais tem medo de gente como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sou confusa, complicada e sozinha, abandonada até pela&amp;nbsp;consciência... Então fico por aqui, no meu mundo fechado,no meu mundo do&amp;nbsp;inconsciente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7695391411441813882?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7695391411441813882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-sei-escrever-sobre-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7695391411441813882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7695391411441813882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-sei-escrever-sobre-amor.html' title='Só sei escrever sobre amor.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5078542078645004444</id><published>2011-04-01T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:17:32.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRE POR ESSA PORTA AGORA ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/JgsCuomWu5c/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgsCuomWu5c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgsCuomWu5c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5078542078645004444?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5078542078645004444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/04/entre-por-essa-porta-agora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5078542078645004444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5078542078645004444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/04/entre-por-essa-porta-agora.html' title='ENTRE POR ESSA PORTA AGORA ....'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4942235726460119441</id><published>2011-03-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:34:07.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awwwwwwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/YOzT-_KnSuY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOzT-_KnSuY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOzT-_KnSuY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4942235726460119441?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4942235726460119441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/awwwwwwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4942235726460119441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4942235726460119441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/awwwwwwwww.html' title='awwwwwwwww'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-1494752625664446852</id><published>2011-03-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:28:13.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E se não tiver certeza, não diga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pense pelo menos duas vezes antes de falar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;pense uma vez por você, e uma vez por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te fazer passar dos limites e&amp;nbsp;garantir uma fonte divina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Te livrar da vontade de ir embora e permanecer como sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te fazer passar dos limites&amp;nbsp;eu congelaria nós duas no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E encontraria um novo jeito de ver as coisas;Seus olhos pra sempre juntos aos meus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Se eu pudesse mudaria tudo e faria melhor só pra hoje, &lt;u&gt;ter você aqui&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5yetTIoyTyg/TYQk6we4ntI/AAAAAAAAAPM/M_9govJlWhc/s1600/tumblr_lfm39mmy7l1qgx38co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5yetTIoyTyg/TYQk6we4ntI/AAAAAAAAAPM/M_9govJlWhc/s320/tumblr_lfm39mmy7l1qgx38co1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-9001319705882002988?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/9001319705882002988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-eu-pudesse-te-fazer-passar-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9001319705882002988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9001319705882002988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-eu-pudesse-te-fazer-passar-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5yetTIoyTyg/TYQk6we4ntI/AAAAAAAAAPM/M_9govJlWhc/s72-c/tumblr_lfm39mmy7l1qgx38co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3546940910319208560</id><published>2011-03-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:48:16.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;“Você diz que ama a chuva,mais você abre seu guarda-chuva quando chove. Você diz que ama o sol, mas você procura um ponto de sombra quando o sol brilha. Você diz que ama o vento, mas você fecha as janelas quando o vento sopra. &lt;/span&gt;É por isso que eu tenho medo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Você também diz que me ama&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&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/8214186468468853526-3546940910319208560?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3546940910319208560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-diz-que-ama-chuvamais-voce-abre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3546940910319208560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3546940910319208560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-diz-que-ama-chuvamais-voce-abre.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8335972686602806020</id><published>2011-03-16T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:45:35.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Posso alcançar sua alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Pode atingir meus pensamentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Pode prometer que não vamos deixar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Todas as coisas que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Todas as coisas que você precisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Você pode torná-las tão real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ec6810; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8335972686602806020?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8335972686602806020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/posso-alcancar-sua-alma-pode-atingir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8335972686602806020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8335972686602806020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/posso-alcancar-sua-alma-pode-atingir.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6422737395002245768</id><published>2011-03-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:21:59.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Me sinto em casa em qualquer lugar, mas sou turista em todos..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SniFvpBObDM/TYA63NO4DlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cisG_--m3zo/s1600/tumblr_leban4ZWNL1qdazboo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SniFvpBObDM/TYA63NO4DlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cisG_--m3zo/s320/tumblr_leban4ZWNL1qdazboo1_500.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6422737395002245768?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6422737395002245768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-sinto-em-casa-em-qualquer-lugar-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6422737395002245768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6422737395002245768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-sinto-em-casa-em-qualquer-lugar-mas.html' title='&quot;Me sinto em casa em qualquer lugar, mas sou turista em todos...&quot;'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SniFvpBObDM/TYA63NO4DlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cisG_--m3zo/s72-c/tumblr_leban4ZWNL1qdazboo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3726993738392082542</id><published>2011-03-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T06:37:54.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sou estranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tenho ciúmes de quem eu não conheço, saudades de quem eu nunca vi, vontade de abraçar pessoas que nunca cheguei perto, sou estranha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3726993738392082542?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3726993738392082542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/sou-estranha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3726993738392082542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3726993738392082542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/sou-estranha.html' title='sou estranha'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-1072777214683743054</id><published>2011-03-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:22:53.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Será instinto ou consciência . ou será a merda da sobrevivência ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JqKGSdgcfyc/TXpIion_gEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Tc9IKB5Ytc/s1600/tumblr_lfq0nePWKP1qez5xmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JqKGSdgcfyc/TXpIion_gEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Tc9IKB5Ytc/s320/tumblr_lfq0nePWKP1qez5xmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-1072777214683743054?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/1072777214683743054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/sera-instinto-ou-consciencia-ou-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/1072777214683743054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/1072777214683743054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/03/sera-instinto-ou-consciencia-ou-sera.html' title='Será instinto ou consciência . ou será a merda da sobrevivência ?'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JqKGSdgcfyc/TXpIion_gEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Tc9IKB5Ytc/s72-c/tumblr_lfq0nePWKP1qez5xmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6862524721733025681</id><published>2011-02-23T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:27:20.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você me veio como um sonho bom ... E me assustei , não sou perfeito []</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exONeQl_vyY/TWXByMFP7SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GlxCgMyN3C8/s1600/so.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exONeQl_vyY/TWXByMFP7SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GlxCgMyN3C8/s320/so.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6862524721733025681?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6862524721733025681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-me-veio-como-um-sonho-bom-e-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6862524721733025681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6862524721733025681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-me-veio-como-um-sonho-bom-e-me.html' title='Você me veio como um sonho bom ... 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Só importa se você a ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4582420659058427211?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4582420659058427211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-importa-se-pessoa-e-feia-ou-bonita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4582420659058427211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4582420659058427211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-importa-se-pessoa-e-feia-ou-bonita.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DlkVcIVHQw/TWW0aDtJYiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hBWCUTAd2UU/s72-c/de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7858151423731364953</id><published>2011-02-17T13:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:41:22.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Talvez a gente se encontre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Perdidas por ai em algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Espero que o destino aponte em qual saída eu vou te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Porque viver perde o sentido, se eu não tiver suas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E tudo isso que eu sinto, é maior que a minha estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu vou te buscar seja onde for seu coração vai ser meu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu vou te provar que com qualquer humor, eu sempre vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E nada, nem mesmo uma batalha armada seria capaz de fazer isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Como tantos erros dessa vida, se você for mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não me importo de errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Como cada recaída, o preço do céu e me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E se o pra sempre não for tudo aquilo, eu ainda vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Se perguntar se tudo isso, é só pra te conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Te respondo com um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E a certeza de que o mar é menor do que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E as palavras vão faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não se sinta pela metade,se alguém te magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dizem que anjos de verdade esquecem ate de perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Seus defeitos e seu jeito foi capaz de me mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Thais.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7858151423731364953?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7858151423731364953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez-gente-se-encontre-perdidas-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7858151423731364953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7858151423731364953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez-gente-se-encontre-perdidas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3121471866653727482</id><published>2011-02-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:51:58.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ando tão ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/3FRiwnhGqUs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FRiwnhGqUs?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FRiwnhGqUs?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUjGTYU_LGI/AAAAAAAAANY/eyKPetoJZtk/s1600/dwon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUjGTYU_LGI/AAAAAAAAANY/eyKPetoJZtk/s320/dwon.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3121471866653727482?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3121471866653727482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/ando-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3121471866653727482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3121471866653727482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/02/ando-tao.html' title='ando tão ...'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUjGTYU_LGI/AAAAAAAAANY/eyKPetoJZtk/s72-c/dwon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2209274177577266800</id><published>2011-01-30T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:42:08.322-08:00</updated><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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUWU04RqfgI/AAAAAAAAANU/rbckoYGjdTc/s1600/tumblr_lck7b5BObY1qd0yp2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUWU04RqfgI/AAAAAAAAANU/rbckoYGjdTc/s320/tumblr_lck7b5BObY1qd0yp2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #626566; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Segundo a Bíblia, é inaceitável a separação forçada das pessoas que se amam. Então como se explica as&amp;nbsp;atitudes da&amp;nbsp;Igreja contra o&amp;nbsp;homossexualismo, levando em conta que também são pessoas que se amam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #626566; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #626566; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contraditório não?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2209274177577266800?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2209274177577266800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/segundo-biblia-e-inaceitavel-separacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2209274177577266800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2209274177577266800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/segundo-biblia-e-inaceitavel-separacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUWU04RqfgI/AAAAAAAAANU/rbckoYGjdTc/s72-c/tumblr_lck7b5BObY1qd0yp2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7341777391417791153</id><published>2011-01-28T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:24:15.539-08:00</updated><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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUNCBGVnJtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UB_yg4bt6rY/s1600/tumblr_lemp58WkWB1qbhxdwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUNCBGVnJtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UB_yg4bt6rY/s320/tumblr_lemp58WkWB1qbhxdwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote medium" style="color: #a79987; font-weight: bold; line-height: 30px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Só que homossexualidade não existe, nunca existiu. Existe sexualidade - voltada para um objeto qualquer de desejo. Que pode ou não ter genitália igual, e isso é detalhe. Mas não determina maior ou menor grau de moral ou integridade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption source" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7341777391417791153?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7341777391417791153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-que-homossexualidade-nao-existe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7341777391417791153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7341777391417791153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-que-homossexualidade-nao-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUNCBGVnJtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UB_yg4bt6rY/s72-c/tumblr_lemp58WkWB1qbhxdwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5260392095528320890</id><published>2011-01-27T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:35:06.563-08:00</updated><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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHI1HjWg5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bBg2YWnHOq8/s1600/amoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHI1HjWg5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bBg2YWnHOq8/s320/amoe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;O amor é paciente. O amor é amável. O amor não inveja, não ostenta. O amor não é orgulhoso. O amor não é rude, não procura o seu próprio interesse. O amor não se irrita facilmente, não guarda memória dos erros. O amor não se alegra com o mal, mas regozija-se com a verdade. Ele protege sempre, ele confia sempre, ele tem sempre esperança, ele tem sempre perseverança. O amor nunca falha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-color: rgb(220, 220, 220); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º Cor. 13, 4-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5260392095528320890?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5260392095528320890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-amor-e-paciente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5260392095528320890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5260392095528320890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-amor-e-paciente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHI1HjWg5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/bBg2YWnHOq8/s72-c/amoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-263763496859271620</id><published>2011-01-27T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:21:02.428-08:00</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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHFcxg7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/AbjFEf8Mv2Y/s1600/kut.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHFcxg7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/AbjFEf8Mv2Y/s320/kut.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu não sou gay, embora desejasse que o fosse, só para lixar com todos os homofóbicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Kurt Cobain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-263763496859271620?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/263763496859271620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-sou-gay-embora-desejasse-que-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/263763496859271620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/263763496859271620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-sou-gay-embora-desejasse-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHFcxg7Q5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/AbjFEf8Mv2Y/s72-c/kut.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3984556136194547064</id><published>2011-01-27T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:52:09.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No final ... Qual é a mesmo a diferença ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG-gt5nwbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/REfdpgPbQl8/s1600/tumblr_lflcggppHX1qdz683o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG-gt5nwbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/REfdpgPbQl8/s320/tumblr_lflcggppHX1qdz683o1_500.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3984556136194547064?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3984556136194547064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-final-qual-e-mesmo-diferenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3984556136194547064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3984556136194547064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-final-qual-e-mesmo-diferenca.html' title='No final ... 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG8-XgY8XI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EMSWkvrlbHA/s1600/tumblr_lfp2dlMVZI1qf4o4go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG8-XgY8XI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EMSWkvrlbHA/s320/tumblr_lfp2dlMVZI1qf4o4go1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-9143196487551343938?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/9143196487551343938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/procuro-um-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9143196487551343938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9143196487551343938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/procuro-um-amor.html' title='procuro um amor'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG8-XgY8XI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EMSWkvrlbHA/s72-c/tumblr_lfp2dlMVZI1qf4o4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-1074440212057709023</id><published>2011-01-27T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:42:41.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for a love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG2O8sd5tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h_6soiU9_Qc/s1600/tumblr_lfoibavzkf1qdyoono1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG2O8sd5tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h_6soiU9_Qc/s400/tumblr_lfoibavzkf1qdyoono1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-195121768911399237?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/195121768911399237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-onde-vens-meu-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/195121768911399237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/195121768911399237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-onde-vens-meu-bem.html' title='- De onde vens, meu bem?'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUG2O8sd5tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h_6soiU9_Qc/s72-c/tumblr_lfoibavzkf1qdyoono1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-350506547326419160</id><published>2011-01-27T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:16:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre precisei de um pouco de atenção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Acho que eu não sei quem sou [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGnyHIYMhI/AAAAAAAAAME/7ja3ig9ICwQ/s1600/renato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGnyHIYMhI/AAAAAAAAAME/7ja3ig9ICwQ/s1600/renato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-350506547326419160?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/350506547326419160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/sempre-precisei-de-um-pouco-de-atencao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/350506547326419160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/350506547326419160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/sempre-precisei-de-um-pouco-de-atencao.html' title='Sempre precisei de um pouco de atenção'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGnyHIYMhI/AAAAAAAAAME/7ja3ig9ICwQ/s72-c/renato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2254414953596429091</id><published>2011-01-27T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:08:45.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>como não gostar de delicadeza feminina ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGkcvQY1EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i7j2mInDuD0/s1600/tumblr_lfns0zOxU01qgajfno1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGkcvQY1EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i7j2mInDuD0/s320/tumblr_lfns0zOxU01qgajfno1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2254414953596429091?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2254414953596429091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-nao-gostar-de-delicadeza-feminina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2254414953596429091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2254414953596429091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/como-nao-gostar-de-delicadeza-feminina.html' title='como não gostar de delicadeza feminina ?'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGkcvQY1EI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i7j2mInDuD0/s72-c/tumblr_lfns0zOxU01qgajfno1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4225050939534341365</id><published>2011-01-27T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:10:28.320-08:00</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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHDEt3dJoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vfzWHZzVuRg/s1600/tumblr_lfn09wqJ5P1qdyoono1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHDEt3dJoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vfzWHZzVuRg/s320/tumblr_lfn09wqJ5P1qdyoono1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tenho coragem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Por enquanto estou tendo: porque venho do sofrido longe, venho do inferno de amor mas agora estou livre de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Clarice Lispector ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4225050939534341365?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4225050939534341365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/tenho-coragem-por-enquanto-estou-tendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4225050939534341365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4225050939534341365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/tenho-coragem-por-enquanto-estou-tendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUHDEt3dJoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vfzWHZzVuRg/s72-c/tumblr_lfn09wqJ5P1qdyoono1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4959506125477278249</id><published>2011-01-26T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:40:30.016-08:00</updated><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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGrH7_1NnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jwXZc8H7OS4/s1600/tumblr_lfk2ndqwxr1qe53czo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGrH7_1NnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jwXZc8H7OS4/s320/tumblr_lfk2ndqwxr1qe53czo1_400.png" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seria tão bom sair por aquela porta e conhecer alguém sem precisar procurar no meio da multidão. Alguém que soubesse se aproximar sem ser invasivo ou que não se esforçasse tanto para parecer interessante. Alguém de quem eu não quisesse fugir quando a intimidade derrubasse nossas máscaras, que segurasse minha mão e tocasse meu coração. Que não me prendesse, não me limitasse, não me mudasse, alguém que me roubasse um beijo no meio de uma briga e me tirasse a razão sem que isso me ameaçasse. Que me dissesse que eu canto mal, que eu falo demais e que risse das vezes em que eu fosse desastrado. Alguém de quem eu não precisasse.. mas com quem eu quisesse estar sem motivo certo. Alguém com qualidades e defeitos suportáveis, que não fosse tão bonito e ainda assim eu não conseguisse olhar em outra direção. Que me encontrasse até quando eu tento desesperadamente me esconder do mundo. Eu queria sair por aquela porta e conhecer alguém imperfeito, mas feito pra mim ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;~Esse texto tem historia ein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4959506125477278249?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4959506125477278249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/seria-tao-bom-sair-por-aquela-porta-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4959506125477278249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4959506125477278249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/seria-tao-bom-sair-por-aquela-porta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TUGrH7_1NnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jwXZc8H7OS4/s72-c/tumblr_lfk2ndqwxr1qe53czo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6058928602007973661</id><published>2011-01-26T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:49:20.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora eu entendo direitinho aquela musica do Led Zeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;‘’Você me fez feliz em um simples dia mas agora eu tenho que ir embora’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Assim esses caras me motivam, porque as vezes eu fico muito triste, muito triste mesmo, porque eu tenho uma ilusão de que eu era meu, mas na verdade não é nosso , é complicada essa tal lei da vida, mas é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É como o rei Bob Marley disse, tudo que é realmente nosso nunca se vai para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu estou realmente triste por não te ter aqui do meu lado, mas o tempo passa e agente vê quem é quem , o tempo é o melhor remédio e solução ... O tempo nos mostra o que é realmente nosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6058928602007973661?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6058928602007973661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/agora-eu-entendo-direitinho-aquela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6058928602007973661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6058928602007973661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/agora-eu-entendo-direitinho-aquela.html' title='Agora eu entendo direitinho aquela musica do Led Zeping'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5133314988687250269</id><published>2011-01-26T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:45:42.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu gosto de descrever alguns sentimentos,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas sou um pouco egoísta, tem lugares, sonhos, sentimentos, sensações que eu guardo só para mim,só para minha historia e deixar bem guardado na minha alma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5133314988687250269?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5133314988687250269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-gosto-de-descrever-alguns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5133314988687250269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5133314988687250269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-gosto-de-descrever-alguns.html' title='Eu gosto de descrever alguns sentimentos,'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6044665879210976770</id><published>2011-01-21T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:33:18.551-08:00</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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TTpryMm4d5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mt-Fl7P7Hm0/s1600/tumblr_lchpso91Rn1qaf7vxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TTpryMm4d5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mt-Fl7P7Hm0/s400/tumblr_lchpso91Rn1qaf7vxo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6044665879210976770?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6044665879210976770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6044665879210976770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6044665879210976770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TTpryMm4d5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/mt-Fl7P7Hm0/s72-c/tumblr_lchpso91Rn1qaf7vxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5713959337764727525</id><published>2011-01-21T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:47:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;a depressão atacou aqui num grau que até os lactobacilos vivos do yakult estão tentando suicídio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5713959337764727525?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5713959337764727525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/depressao-atacou-aqui-num-grau-que-ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5713959337764727525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5713959337764727525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/depressao-atacou-aqui-num-grau-que-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6808172151598457233</id><published>2011-01-02T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:24:13.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E agora eu estou usando as minhas roupas caras, estou usando meus brincos, meu cabelo está lavado com um xampu decente, mas justo aqui eu estou terrivelmente sozinha sem você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O tempo que passei com você, eu Fuji de tudo isso, larguei e foram os melhores dias da minha vida. Você me beijava e me amava do jeito que eu era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não entendo antes eu não tinha nada e era extraordinariamente feliz, agora eu tenho tudo, mas cadê você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nesse instante eu confirmo que sem você tudo é feio, tudo é barato, sem você não existe felicidade, só existe mesmo bem estar remendado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6808172151598457233?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6808172151598457233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-agora-eu-estou-usando-as-minhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6808172151598457233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6808172151598457233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-agora-eu-estou-usando-as-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6330203074299614468</id><published>2011-01-02T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:23:12.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E ela veio até mim, tão calma, tão serena, tão linda, tão perfeita, o branco do vestido dela combinada extremamente com a pele suavemente branca dela, o perfume que ela usava eu penso que ela tinha herdado de alguma deusa, aquele perfume divino mesclado com o próprio cheiro dela... E ela me beijou rapidamente , profundamente, colocou a sua língua na minha e subiu para o céu da minha boca, alguém a chamou e ela se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esse foi o nosso primeiro beijo de despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6330203074299614468?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6330203074299614468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-ela-veio-ate-mim-tao-calma-tao-serena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6330203074299614468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6330203074299614468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-ela-veio-ate-mim-tao-calma-tao-serena.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7665017260594833948</id><published>2011-01-02T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:22:44.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu via rostos feios, caretas macabras, eu via cores escuras, eu via penhascos, não sei se você pode me entender... Minha vida era meio macabra e a sua perfeita em comparação com a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Via eu escuridão, mas você apareceu, e tudo ficou claro, ai você me fez feliz no simples dia, e tudo se transformou em flores, mas eu tive que ir embora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desculpe amor da minha vida, eu não sei qual é o meu futuro, só sei que eu tenho que seguir em frente,obrigada por tudo,vou demorar muito para te esquecer,eu espero que nossas vidas possam ser encontrar em outros futuros, mas nos temos que continuar seguindo em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7665017260594833948?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7665017260594833948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-via-rostos-feios-caretas-macabras-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7665017260594833948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7665017260594833948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-via-rostos-feios-caretas-macabras-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6179809419345237359</id><published>2011-01-02T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:21:39.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você me ama ?&amp;nbsp; Você me deseja fazer feliz?&amp;nbsp; Você fica toda boba quando me vê sorrir ? Você me inclui nos seus planos ? Você largaria tudo por mim? Você pensa em mim ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que droga, claro que não , só eu que sou eu&amp;nbsp; que sou extremamente idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Só eu que fico olhando para a janela esperando você chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6179809419345237359?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6179809419345237359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-me-ama-voce-me-deseja-fazer-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6179809419345237359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6179809419345237359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-me-ama-voce-me-deseja-fazer-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5723735716584291586</id><published>2011-01-02T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:19:22.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ai eu vi que a maquiagem não valia nada, eu estava chorando como uma criança inocente, chorando pela minha dor e pela dor do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A porra da maquiagem cara estava borrada no meu rosto e isso se tornava evidente que eu era uma pessoa infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As pessoas ao meu redor que me amavam e se preocupavam comigo estava preocupadas, mas a dor era minha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E então eu vi que era por bobeira que estava estragando minha felicidade, eu vi que eu era forte, eu vi que eu era linda, muito linda,eu era tudo, então por que chorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então chega de lagrimas, eu já tinha chorado muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chega de lagrimas em 2011 , eu vou fazer valer a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5723735716584291586?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5723735716584291586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-eu-vi-que-maquiagem-nao-valia-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5723735716584291586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5723735716584291586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-eu-vi-que-maquiagem-nao-valia-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-163706961133887537</id><published>2011-01-02T16:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:16:55.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já julgando pessoas que julgam ... Eu odeio pessoas que julgam, acho nojento, primeiro porque você não sabe o que levou a pessoa a fazer tal coisa, segundo porque você você não estava lá para dar uma dica, um conselho, terceiro você não tem nada a ver com a vida da pessoa, quarto porque o que está feito está feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuide da sua vida, invés de perder tempo julgando , se cuide bem direitinho para não ser julgado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~&amp;nbsp; Dona Sueli (minha mãe) sempre me disse que todos nós estamos certos, porque cada cabeça é um mundo , cada pessoa na sua cabeça tem razão. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/8214186468468853526-163706961133887537?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/163706961133887537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja-julgando-pessoas-que-julgam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/163706961133887537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/163706961133887537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja-julgando-pessoas-que-julgam.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6679735265067048929</id><published>2011-01-02T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:16:08.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu tenho muito medo de perder você, é que você é extremamente linda e delicada e seu sorriso é o mais meigo do mundo, quando você fecha os olhos lentamente eu sinto um frio na barriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E eu não sabe, eu sou desastrada,chata,não sou nem um pouco delicada nem meiga, eu falo palavras sem sentido, sem pensar e palavras muito idiotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O meu medo de perder você é fora é maior que eu mesma.Eu não queria perder nosso tempo com brigas e discutições ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Temos tão pouco tempo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6679735265067048929?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6679735265067048929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-tenho-muito-medo-de-perder-voce-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6679735265067048929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6679735265067048929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-tenho-muito-medo-de-perder-voce-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3818245680308824987</id><published>2011-01-02T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:14:34.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não sei por que sou tão vulnerável para algumas pessoas, não sei se gostaria de entender também, eu só sei que é uma droga você ficar toda boba com um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A verdade é que eu não sei de nada, na verdade todo o ser humano é bom em alguma coisa e para continuar falando a verdade eu não sou boa em nada e eu acabei de perceber isso, então é bom eu começar a procurar algum talento em mim, ainda é cedo. Se alguma pessoa ler, por favor deixe um comentário com uma dica, qualquer coisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3818245680308824987?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3818245680308824987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-sei-por-que-sou-tao-vulneravel-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3818245680308824987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3818245680308824987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-sei-por-que-sou-tao-vulneravel-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6978312979942298035</id><published>2011-01-02T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:13:05.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu conheço um lugar extremamente lindo, flashs de câmeras digitais não são capazes de copiar a grandeza e cor desse lugar, tem luzes amarelas , brilhos , púrpura e &amp;nbsp;bem no meio desse lugar passa água de uma fonte cristalina , o lugar é uma beleza. Lá não tem nada chique e sofisticado e nós nos sentiremos bem a vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na verdade eu conheço esse nosso paraíso &amp;nbsp;por que eu já estive lá em um sonho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu não tenho a mínima idéia onde fica esse lugar, o que eu sei é que eu quero procurar esse lugar com você, é com você , por que você é a pessoa mais linda desse mundo e tudo que você faz é belo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quero que demoremos muitos e muitos anos para nós encontrarmos &amp;nbsp;esse tal paraíso &amp;nbsp;assim teremos muito mais tempo para curtimos briguinhas e cansaços diários. Assim no fim da noite caída veremos o quanto nos amamos e as brigas fazem parte do nosso show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando chegarmos no tal lugar iremos aproveitar tudo ... Tudo, cada cor , cada sabor , cada cheiro , cada sensação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E vamos erguer as nossas mãos para os céus e agradecer por nós termos um ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que eu te peço é simples, venha até a mim, venha minha paixão ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu te prometo que vou cuidar e te amar até eu o fim ... Ou o começo, não quero usar a palavra ‘’sempre’’ mas to deixando bem claro que vai ser difícil eu querer parar de te mimar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Venha até a mim , venha de corpo e alma e por favor venha com todos os seus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6978312979942298035?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6978312979942298035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-conheco-um-lugar-extremamente-lindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6978312979942298035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6978312979942298035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-conheco-um-lugar-extremamente-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2801730469964391846</id><published>2011-01-02T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:11:57.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ei amor vamos parar com esse negocio estranho e frio, vamos se amar , vamos aceitar nossas diferenças,vamos se esforçar o Maximo para nos vermos, vamos se amar , vamos se amar , vamos ser feliz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu te amo e não quero que isso mude, vamos nos amar mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A distancia que vai nos separar é grande, mas vamos nos amar mais, um dia em um tédio visual a beleza acaba, mas vamos nos amar mais, vamos aprender nos amar daqui pra frente, para sempre &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2801730469964391846?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2801730469964391846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ei-amor-vamos-parar-com-esse-negocio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2801730469964391846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2801730469964391846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ei-amor-vamos-parar-com-esse-negocio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2113147204778223897</id><published>2011-01-02T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:10:43.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E você pega a minha mão, beija o meu pescoço, morde minha orelha, me diz coisas bobas que me fazem rir, você me faz sorrir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É esse sorriso que vale a pena continuar, porque ele fica perfeito junto ao seu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nossos sorrisos é uma combinação perfeita, um encaixe, é uma coisa dos deuses, eu , você, seu sorriso, o meu , meu cheiro e o seu, sei lá eu acho que é isso que eu quero daqui para a frente e quem sabe pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Isso vale a pena, eu vou lutar por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2113147204778223897?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2113147204778223897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-voce-pega-minha-mao-beija-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2113147204778223897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2113147204778223897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-voce-pega-minha-mao-beija-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6701295872556510854</id><published>2011-01-02T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:08:31.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é dura, mas é assim mesmo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ontem eu li em algum lugar do livro Isaias que nos não podemos perguntar para Deus o que ele está fazendo, o barro não pergunta para o moldeiro o que ele está fazendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então mais tarde minha tia me fala que se preocupar e esquentar a cabeça pensando nos problemas porque de qualquer jeito tudo no final vai ser resolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6701295872556510854?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6701295872556510854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/vida-e-dura-mas-e-assim-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6701295872556510854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6701295872556510854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/vida-e-dura-mas-e-assim-mesmo.html' title='A vida é dura, mas é assim mesmo.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7003341753578645447</id><published>2011-01-02T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:07:15.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E então você decidiu me beijar e eu queria o seu beijo mais que tudo,mas você poderia me beijar apenas cinco minutos e comigo as coisas não são assim, meu beijo é de três mil horas,mas você só tinha cinco segundos.Eu pensei, melhor cinco segundos do que nada, o problema que o meu desejo por você é infinito e cinco segundos não são nada.E foi ai que eu descobri que eu gosto mesmo você, mesmo você não me dando atenção eu continuava te querendo,eu me contentava com cinco segundos, eu me contentava em apenas ver o seu rosto,eu sabia que você me completava apenas por existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/8214186468468853526-7003341753578645447?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7003341753578645447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-entao-voce-decidiu-me-beijar-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7003341753578645447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7003341753578645447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-entao-voce-decidiu-me-beijar-e-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7154244921314472019</id><published>2011-01-02T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:05:11.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Daí eu fico toda feliz, estou sendo amada, estou amando ... Fico toda idiota pensando ‘aah to sendo desejada’ . Ai em menos de uma hora acontece uma merda e eu me volto a me sentir um lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque duas pessoas que se amam tem que brigar? E pior por coisa tão banal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu não entendo porque duas pessoas que se amam tenha que ficar separadas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7154244921314472019?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7154244921314472019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/dai-eu-fico-toda-feliz-estou-sendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7154244921314472019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7154244921314472019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/dai-eu-fico-toda-feliz-estou-sendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4474908858439165092</id><published>2011-01-02T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:52:48.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>207 passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ai eu acordei e vi que estava faltando algo, olhei para um lado, olhei para o outro e nada de encontrar o que me faltava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tomei um banho gelado, mas a minha cara inchada prevalecia, olhei para minhas maquiagens e sabia que não iria adiantar, só com muito gelo e reza brava mesmo e eu não tinha tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me vesti com qualquer roupa, enfiei meu pé em qualquer chinelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ok eu poderia estar feia e mal vestida mas pelo menos um perfume bom tenho que usar, pronto, está feito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E agora só faltava uma desculpa para andar 207 passos (eu contei) e ir te ver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Andando os 207 passos com um apertinho do peito, sei lá, com a cabeça fervendo pensando o que será de mim quilômetros longe de você, se você vai me esquecer, vai sentir minha falta, essas coisas que iram me matar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pronto cheguei na sua casa, ah que casa bonita, verde, significa esperança né ? Então esperança gritei dentro de mim. Acabo de ver a sua mãe, ah eu acho ela linda mas sinto minha consciência pesada, dou aquele tchauzinho e ela te&amp;nbsp; chama ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ai vem você, mais linda impossível, andando em minha direção toda desastrada, arrumando o cabelo, sorrindo. Numa fração de segundos eu esqueço meus problemas, eu esqueço que a sua mãe nos observando, eu esqueço meus vícios, eu esqueço seus lindos defeitos, eu esqueço até quem eu sou, puta merda eu até esqueço que estava muito brava com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas eu me lembro bem o que eu fui fazer ali, eu fui te ver, eu fui alegrar meu dia, eu fui despertar as borboletas no meu estomago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ai você me diz que tem um monte de coisas para fazer, eu finjo que está tudo bem e volto para casa feliz, feliz e triste , bem acho que isso é o tal amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4474908858439165092?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4474908858439165092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-eu-acordei-e-vi-que-estava-faltando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4474908858439165092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4474908858439165092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-eu-acordei-e-vi-que-estava-faltando.html' title='207 passos'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8840330582562891656</id><published>2010-12-15T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:41:25.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosta de chocolate tb ? *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Gosta de chocolate tb ? *-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/fmQOq4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8840330582562891656?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8840330582562891656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/gosta-de-chocolate-tb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8840330582562891656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8840330582562891656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/gosta-de-chocolate-tb.html' title='Gosta de chocolate tb ? *-*'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4795552309687575925</id><published>2010-12-13T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:03:19.170-08:00</updated><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/_Otfx1hE8spg/TQbLOu6fW_I/AAAAAAAAALs/6_gAOkkePWE/s1600/20090716-dom4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TQbLOu6fW_I/AAAAAAAAALs/6_gAOkkePWE/s320/20090716-dom4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre pensei que pro ser gordinha eu ia afastar as pessoas de mim . Sempre quando eu não era correspondida eu pensava que era por ser gordinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ae tem tanta diferença assim ? Ser gorda é igual é ser feia ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto é gosto né, mas um beijo para quem acha as gordinhas lindas e fofas .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4795552309687575925?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4795552309687575925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-sempre-pensei-que-pro-ser-gordinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4795552309687575925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4795552309687575925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-sempre-pensei-que-pro-ser-gordinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TQbLOu6fW_I/AAAAAAAAALs/6_gAOkkePWE/s72-c/20090716-dom4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6703898087090327542</id><published>2010-12-12T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:47:22.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sou doente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu tenho essa vontade doentia de abraçar as pessoas, perguntar ‘’como vai você ?’’&amp;nbsp; ‘’me conta seus problemas ! Eu posso te ajudar ? Quer um abraço ?’’&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SÓ OS LOUCOS SABEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6703898087090327542?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6703898087090327542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-sou-doente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6703898087090327542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6703898087090327542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-sou-doente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5605388422592011827</id><published>2010-12-10T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:20:21.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>— E você, por que desvia o olhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Porque eu tenho medo de altura. Tenho medo de cair para dentro de você. Há nos seus olhos castanhos certos desenhos que me lembram montanhas, cordilheiras vistas do alto, em miniatura. Então, eu desvio os meus olhos para amarrá-los em qualquer pedra no chão e me salvar do amor. Mas, hoje, não encontraram pedra. Encontraram flor. E eu me agarrei às pétalas o mais que pude, sem sequer perceber que estava plantada num desses abismos, dentro dos seus olhos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Ah. Porque eu sou tímida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5605388422592011827?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5605388422592011827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-voce-por-que-desvia-o-olhar-porque-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5605388422592011827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5605388422592011827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-voce-por-que-desvia-o-olhar-porque-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2716505623920699611</id><published>2010-11-21T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:54:01.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu começo a me perguntar :É tão ruim assim ? Sério ? Por que a maioria dos bichas que eu conheço são melhores do que você e sua famila junto ( Não a maioria não, mas alguns ) eles não são melhores que você por que são bichas eles são melhores que você por que simplesmente eles são melhores que você da mesma forma que você não é melhor que eles por que você é hetero sexual, você só não é melhor que eles por que você é tosco/preconceituoso/idiota. Eu nunca entendi direito esse preconceito que as pessoas tem com gay que é basicamente assim : Porque homens ficando com homens é errado é anti-natural, ahh até ae você vestir a camisa do seu time de futebol e sair pulando por ae abraçado com outro homem enquanto sua mulher fica lá te esperando o dia todo e querendo dar pro seu vizinho porque você não está também não é natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tem homens que ficam ofendidos de ver gays andando na rua E ACHAM QUE ISSO SEJA UMA OFENSA A FAMILIA. Pela a minha experiencia que se ofendem pelo estatuto da familia e tudo mais leva muito jeito para pedofilo levam muito jeito para aqueles caras que saem na rua para comer travesti [...] Leva muito jeito para cara que pula cerca todo o santo dia, levam muito jeito para qualquer espécie de filha da puta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O preconceito esta ae simplesmente no fato que eles não são iguais a você igual a você pessoa preconceituosa, você não consegue se identificar com a pessoa e você começa a odia-la, por que até aonde eu sei essas pessoas raramente tem algum contato com gay. Dai o cara vem e me fala ''ahh por que eu não gosto de ver gay se pegando no metro''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;eu também não gosto de ver casais hetero sexuais se pegando na minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, eu não gosto de ver &lt;b&gt;ninguem&lt;/b&gt; se pegando na minha frente, seja homem , seja mulher , seja cachorro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;incomoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt; essa galera se incomodando com gay, não sei né, vai se incomodar com ladrão, vai se incomodar com bandido ou vai se incomodar com você mesmo, com o seu tipo de &lt;i&gt;atitude imbecil &lt;/i&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2716505623920699611?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2716505623920699611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-comeco-me-perguntar-e-tao-ruim-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2716505623920699611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2716505623920699611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-comeco-me-perguntar-e-tao-ruim-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-1325043111822134144</id><published>2010-11-21T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:24:04.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;99% dos&amp;nbsp;milhões de pensamentos que eu tenho por dia são pensando no futuro .. Me fodo , eu crio ilusão e esqueço de viver o presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A partir do hoje eu quero que o futuro vá a merda , não o meu é claro .. Quero que vá a merda minha ilusões, eu acho que já cresci bastante com elas, a partir de hoje eu vou pensar só no &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;AGORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; por que pensando bem é só isso que tenho de &lt;i&gt;verdade&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-1325043111822134144?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/1325043111822134144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/99-dos-de-pensamentos-que-eu-tenho-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/1325043111822134144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/1325043111822134144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/99-dos-de-pensamentos-que-eu-tenho-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5775082707263411552</id><published>2010-11-17T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:51:57.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TOPBeTrglbI/AAAAAAAAALk/dBIa23xjnZ8/s1600/o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TOPBeTrglbI/AAAAAAAAALk/dBIa23xjnZ8/s320/o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes, a gente precisa dar um tempo, correr pra longe de todo mundo, pra ver quem vai correr atrás da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3186369138844699935?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3186369138844699935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes-gente-precisa-dar-um-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3186369138844699935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3186369138844699935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes-gente-precisa-dar-um-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TOPBeTrglbI/AAAAAAAAALk/dBIa23xjnZ8/s72-c/o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6852715818449634577</id><published>2010-11-14T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:15:28.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te amo porque te amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;e nem saber sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;nem se conjuga, nem se ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;( preferido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6852715818449634577?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6852715818449634577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-te-amo-porque-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6852715818449634577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6852715818449634577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-te-amo-porque-te-amo.html' title='Eu te amo porque te amo.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-703081582908190507</id><published>2010-11-14T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:17:45.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te procuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;até não poder mais. Na internet, bares, nos jornais. Trombar você é o que eu quero mais, menina .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-703081582908190507?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/703081582908190507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-te-procuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/703081582908190507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/703081582908190507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-te-procuro.html' title='Eu te procuro'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-222805979259651432</id><published>2010-11-14T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:27:24.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>antes de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;eu não entendia as canções, dormia bem todas as noites, não me importava com o tamanho das minhas roupas, esquecia o celular, tinha pensamentos livres e horas vagas. Meu coração era saudável, lento, constante. Eu não tinha febre psicológica, crise emocional, stress acumulado, nem carência afetiva. Não tinha ciúme, ódio, ou pensamentos psicopatas. Eu sempre tinha a razão. Não me importava em ficar bêbada, dançar na rua, ouvir músicas chatas, não aguentava reclamações, mas não passava mal de rir, não planejava tantas coisas boas, não tinha ninguém pra me explicar piadas. Antes de você eu não morria de saudade, não era tão bem-humorada, não me preocupava em fazer alguém feliz, em cuidar de alguém. Eu não sabia sequer que um abraço curasse tanta dor, que o mundo cabia num sorriso, e que era possível amar uma pessoa tão diferente de mim. A verdade é que antes de você, eu não era eu. Agora eu sei porque você faz tanto sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-222805979259651432?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/222805979259651432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/antes-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/222805979259651432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/222805979259651432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/antes-de-voce.html' title='antes de você'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8708418502887612830</id><published>2010-11-12T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:55:27.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...) A felicidade entrou com o pé na porta e sentou ao meu lado. Eu não estava mais sozinha esperando o espéculo. O trânsito todo parado e ela acena no carro ao lado, depois morre de vergonha e toma bronca do pai para sentar direito na cadeirinha. O dia meio cinzento, vai-não-vai e de repente ela surge amarela e esquenta a vida. Ela mora numa gaveta cheia de bobeirinhas lá em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... Ela toma banho comigo quando a água leva embora coisa ruim e renova a alma e dorme ao meu lado quando eu descanso...“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8708418502887612830?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8708418502887612830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8708418502887612830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8708418502887612830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-4352813914123831004</id><published>2010-11-12T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:04:52.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os grandes amores ..</title><content type='html'>..&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;são assim mesmo, eles nos dão o caminho da emoção, mas os sentimentos de verdade são apenas nossos, ninguém copia, ninguém leva, ninguém divide..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tati Bernardi , como você me conhece tanto ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-4352813914123831004?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/4352813914123831004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/os-grandes-amores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4352813914123831004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/4352813914123831004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/os-grandes-amores.html' title='Os grandes amores ..'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8511554561948478822</id><published>2010-11-08T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:49:51.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu não sei explicar essa dor no peito</title><content type='html'>eu sabia que isso ia acontecer ,sabe , eu tentei não me apegar , eu juro ..&lt;br /&gt;eu lembro de quando você falou '' quando eu ficar melhor agente vai na the week'' &amp;nbsp;ou '' babi eu tenho umas ideias legais , você cozinha bem , faz um curso , vamos montar um restaurante '' eu lembro de cada olhar seu , eu lembro do unico sorriso que eu vi da sua boca , eu lembro de todas as sua frases e seus sonhos, eu lembro de tudo cara, eu lembro das brigas , da sua ironia, da sua grosseria .. Eu lembro do quanto eu odiava a sua opnião formada e sua grandeza .. E tudo eu gostei e admirava , em apenas um mes eu aprendi a amar você pro resto da vida , eu sempre vou lembrar de você por sua força e vontade de viver , vontade de sonhar , você me ensinou dar mais valor a vida , você me trouxe de volta minha vontade de sonhar , muito obrigada , eu to chorando muito agora , por que não foi facil eu ver um verdadeiro amigo indo embora , mas foi o fim do sofrimento baby , eu amei tudo em você , te amarei eternamente , vai com os anjos , espero um dia te reencontrar , muita luz .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8511554561948478822?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8511554561948478822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-nao-sei-explicar-essa-dor-no-peito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8511554561948478822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8511554561948478822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-nao-sei-explicar-essa-dor-no-peito.html' title='eu não sei explicar essa dor no peito'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2426551854793643967</id><published>2010-11-06T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:01:33.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o que eu te peço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Guarde o seu coração para mim , por que eu sei , cedo ou tarde , agente vai se encontrar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2426551854793643967?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2426551854793643967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-eu-te-peco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2426551854793643967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2426551854793643967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-eu-te-peco.html' title='o que eu te peço'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6450560202374836913</id><published>2010-11-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:38:26.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andressa Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TNNjZZzjR5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2fc8ajxCBEY/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TNNjZZzjR5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2fc8ajxCBEY/s400/d.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho pretensão de chegar a lugar nenhum com isso, mas eu queria te dizer, que se existir alma gêmea eu quero que a minha seja exatamente como você é .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Esse foi ela que escreveu *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6450560202374836913?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6450560202374836913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/andressa-soares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6450560202374836913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6450560202374836913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/andressa-soares.html' title='Andressa Soares'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Otfx1hE8spg/TNNjZZzjR5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2fc8ajxCBEY/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5407155566757669706</id><published>2010-11-01T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:21:14.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malandragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mesmo é viver, continuar a respirar, guardas os pulsos. Provar para você que você é um guerreiro, um sobrevivente, mostrar para você que você vale a pena, descobrir todo dia quem você é, suportar a saudade apertando seu coração, ver tanta coisa errada e continuar , ver que damos tanto valor para pessoas e coisas que na verdade não merecem tanto, ser esquecida e continuar mesmo assim seguindo em frente , olhar para atras e para frente e viver intensamente o hoje, malandragem mesmo é saber que mesmo com tanto sofrimento você é sensivelmente e estranhamente feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então eu só peço a Deus um pouco de malandragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5407155566757669706?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5407155566757669706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/malandragem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5407155566757669706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5407155566757669706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/malandragem.html' title='malandragem'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7146488412277785751</id><published>2010-11-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:49:42.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;É tomar café na padaria mais cara da cidade ? Digo é ter dinheiro ? O que adianta essa porra de status e dinheiro se eu estou sozinha , completamente sozinha e sem você, eu trocaria tudo isso, trocaria tudo para ter uma tarde inteira deitada em um sofá velho com você ... O mais foda ainda é que você não existe , cadê você e o sofá velho &amp;nbsp;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7146488412277785751?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7146488412277785751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7146488412277785751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7146488412277785751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade ?'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2383173168449689223</id><published>2010-11-01T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:45:50.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Então Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;...o que é amor pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;- Em 1987 meu pai tinha um carro azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;- Mas o que isso tem a ver com amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;- Bom, acontece que todos os dias ele dava carona pra uma moça. Ele saía do carro, abria a porta pra ela, quando ela entrava ele fechava a porta, dava a volta pelo carro e quando ele ia abrir a porta pra entrar, ela apertava a tranca. Ela ficava fazendo caretas e os dois morriam de rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;...acho que isso é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2383173168449689223?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2383173168449689223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/entao-charlie-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2383173168449689223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2383173168449689223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/entao-charlie-brown.html' title='- Então Charlie Brown'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2601432403008756477</id><published>2010-11-01T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:43:13.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inteligência me atrai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Impressionante o quão prazerosa é uma conversa inteligente e diversificada. Infelizmente, a maioria está tão preocupada com a marca dos sapatos, com a questão estética e a vida alheia, que acabam esquecendo de que a inteligencia é muito mais eficaz que tudo isso. É um dos valores que ninguém tira da gente, algo que não se compra, nem se vende, simplesmente se TEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2601432403008756477?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2601432403008756477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/inteligencia-me-atrai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2601432403008756477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2601432403008756477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/inteligencia-me-atrai.html' title='Inteligência me atrai.'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2029086335920999639</id><published>2010-11-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T04:14:58.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E chega um determinado tempo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;..que você cansa de esperar por um gesto legal de uma pessoa, então é aí que você resolve ser mais feliz e cuidar mais da sua vida, sem se preocupar com o amanha, buscando sempre dar o melhor de si :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Eu demorei, mas aprendi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Hoje eu aprendi que não preciso de niguém pra eu ser feliz, aprendi que palavras são só palavras e que as pessosas hoje em dia dizem um EU TE AMO como se fosse um BOM DIA, pra que isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pra que tanta ilusão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Por que as pessoas já não são tão sinceras como antes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;ou será que nunca foram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;E é nesse ponto e por esse ponto que eu digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Palavras são só palavras, só começam a valer quando comprovadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Na verdade eu não preciso de muita coisa, eu quero mais que palavras, eu quero atitudes sinceras, além de amar, que entenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Se não for pra me fazer emoções verdadeiras, por favor não tire meus pés do chão com a única intenção de momentos, de coisas passageiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Verdade sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Fernanda Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2029086335920999639?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2029086335920999639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-chega-um-determinado-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2029086335920999639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2029086335920999639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-chega-um-determinado-tempo.html' title='E chega um determinado tempo..'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6064370610319625380</id><published>2010-10-31T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:21:14.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quantos anos você tem... 15, talvez 16? Alguma vez você pensou sobre como está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;desperdiçando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt; sua vida? Pare de pensar sobre o cara que quebrou seu coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;não vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Pare de pensar sobre se você parece legal se drogar ou não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;ninguém se importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Pare de ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;mal humorada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;deprimida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;. você só precisa do ar para ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Você é jovem apenas uma vez e este é o momento em que você precisa se divertir e esquecer tudo o que não te faz feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foda-se&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt; todos aqueles que não te fazem feliz! Saia e divirta-se, este pode ser seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;último&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt; dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6064370610319625380?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6064370610319625380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/dik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6064370610319625380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/6064370610319625380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/dik.html' title='dik'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7687187779920615382</id><published>2010-10-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:41:29.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu quero ser feliz , com alguem , qualquer pessoa , uma pessoa nova, já reciclei muitos relacionamentos , cansei . Quero alguem novo, alguem com problemas,muito imperfeito e com cabelo cheiroso... Para me perder .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não preciso de ninguem para ser feliz , minha solidão me ensinou que &amp;nbsp;sou auto-suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas como seria bom ..Como eu sonho .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7687187779920615382?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7687187779920615382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7687187779920615382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7687187779920615382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8845034738766183221</id><published>2010-10-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:50:42.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_ Não tenho casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_ Cansei da minha ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_ Vamos fazer uma ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_ Quero uma de sonhos ... Com cheirinho de bebe e doces .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_ Eu quero você, mais os seus sonhos, mais a ''nossa'' casa ... Eu quero tudo com você , quero principalmente seu sorriso e seus melhores beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8845034738766183221?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8845034738766183221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/vem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8845034738766183221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8845034738766183221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/vem.html' title='Vem ?'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-2210893203270509948</id><published>2010-10-26T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:23:48.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;' ゝ &amp;nbsp; Barbara Sue diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To conhendo uma menina ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aquela que eu te contei que ela veio aqui me ver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ontem agente se viu de novo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela nao mostra que ta ''super'' afim de mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas mostra que esta afim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela é muito legal, faladeira ao mesmo tempo discreta , linda ... Tatuada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gosto igual para musica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ja to mei tanto no cu tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que to pensando assim , não vai dar certo , não vai dar certo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para se nao der &lt;b&gt;mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu ja estar tranquila ... Remediada de saber que desdo começo eu sabia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-2210893203270509948?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/2210893203270509948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/barbara-sue-diz-conhendo-uma-menina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2210893203270509948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/2210893203270509948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/barbara-sue-diz-conhendo-uma-menina.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-8764293702113614037</id><published>2010-10-25T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:55:16.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada vez mais eu me sinto sozinha e muito diferente de todas as pessoas , me sinto abandona ... Sinto que eu abandonei e continuo a abandonar algumas pessoas, sinto que abandonei por que elas não valiam a pena,elas eram hipocritas e falsas, me sinto cada vez mais sozinha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Só tenho eu e eu e eu e só eu, sinto que existir mesmo felicidade só depende de mim, sinto que pessoas comuns são incapazes de me completar, as vezes chego ate sentir que essa tal de harmonia a dois não foi feita para mim, as vezes acho que estou muuuitoo triste , outras confirmo que nunca estive tão completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Observação&lt;/span&gt; : Eu escrevi isso ontem a tarde, fui sozinha no cinema e nunca pensei que assistir um filme sozinha seria tão legal ... Sempre odiei explicar o filme para a pessoa do lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-8764293702113614037?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/8764293702113614037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/ontem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8764293702113614037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/8764293702113614037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3060375767780709463</id><published>2010-10-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:23:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou te esperando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Por onde você anda minha alma gemea ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a rua que eu andar vai encostar na tua ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu venho esperando por você, você è meu&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;sonho,&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;sofri tanto com pessoas erradas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não tenho nenhum detector para ir te procurar, então eu estou vivendo minha vida e seguindo meu&amp;nbsp;coração&amp;nbsp;, um dia ele vai me levar&amp;nbsp;até&amp;nbsp;você .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas quero que saiba que tenho saudades e sempre quando penso em você eu te mando boas energias, eu sempre estou orando por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou sempre com você , mesmo não sabendo quem você è ou onde esta ..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu estou aqui&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3060375767780709463?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3060375767780709463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/estou-te-esperando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3060375767780709463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3060375767780709463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/estou-te-esperando.html' title='Estou te esperando'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-9014196711562003995</id><published>2010-10-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:06:40.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras sobre Dilma e Serra</title><content type='html'>Vou jogar outra vez minhas palavras aqui ... Hoje eu acordei &amp;nbsp;com a voz da Dilma (PT) eu moro bem no centro de curitiba e ela estava aqui , &amp;nbsp;fui ver o &amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;ela tem pra dizer , fui ver a cara dela .&lt;br /&gt;Chegando là fiquei com medo , depois da agressão&amp;nbsp;FÍSICA&amp;nbsp;com o Serra , as&amp;nbsp;agressões&amp;nbsp;morais e as mentiras jà estamos&amp;nbsp;acostumados&amp;nbsp;, mais fisicamente ?? EM FIM , fiquei com medo , ela&amp;nbsp;induzia&amp;nbsp;as pessoas a cantar uma musiquinha&amp;nbsp;ridícula&amp;nbsp;e eu là parada com os bra&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ç&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;os cruzados , todos&amp;nbsp;repararam&amp;nbsp;em mim atè me filmaram , a unica &amp;nbsp;frase que eu falei fracassadamente foi '' DILMA , MOSTRA A TUA CARA'' &amp;nbsp;creio que ninguem entendeu mas eu explico : A Dilma pessoalmente è totalmente diferente da tv , ela deve ter um metro e quarenta mais eu vi uma mulher que escondia a inseguranca com maquiagem e mentiras .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou citar um exemplo , sou paulista e amo São Paulo , fazer o que nasci là, então eu lembro bem o mandato da MARTA SUPLICI (PT) ela que criou os ceus (to com preguica de explicar o que e , procura no google) acontece que ela&amp;nbsp;construiu&amp;nbsp;nos bairros ricos e Serra foi là e colocou na periferia , na favela onde mais se precisa, obrigado Serra.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A ficha do Serra pode atè estar suja, &amp;nbsp;ainda assim ele è o melhor pro Brasil .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não quero te influenciar a nada, sò coloquei uma opiniao sobre um projeto .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vote, mais vote&amp;nbsp;consciente&amp;nbsp;, o seu dedo vai estar te prendendo por 4 anos , seja pensante , te&amp;nbsp;suplico&amp;nbsp;o Brasil dà pra ficar pior sim .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-9014196711562003995?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/9014196711562003995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-opiniao-sobre-dilma-e-serra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9014196711562003995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9014196711562003995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-opiniao-sobre-dilma-e-serra.html' title='Palavras sobre Dilma e Serra'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-6305554421859117485</id><published>2010-10-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:53:47.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Umas linhas ... Vi&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;cinco espinhas, pensei :&amp;nbsp;Já&amp;nbsp;chorei tanto ... Mais ainda sou uma adolescente .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi minha franja estampo na minha testa desde que eu me entendo por gente , lembrei de quantos cortes ela sofreu , como ela&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;foi odiada , o quanto ela carrega minha historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vi meu cabelo e adivinhem ele não estava do jeito que eu queria, vi meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;vi a minha boca , perfeitamente desenhada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi minhas bochechas enormes , vi minha covinha singela , vi minha&amp;nbsp;sobrancelha&amp;nbsp;falhada .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi que somando tudo eu sou bonita, vi o quanto eu mudei , vi minha historia , vi &amp;nbsp;que estou vencendo , vi que eu&amp;nbsp;mereço&amp;nbsp;ser amada , vi que estou comecando a fazer isso, vi que sò eu posso me fazer feliz ,vi que talvez eu não seja tão&amp;nbsp;detestável&amp;nbsp;assim, vi que o que eu tenho por dentro&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;melhor ainda .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vi que estou adorando estar apaixonada por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-6305554421859117485?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/6305554421859117485/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-3712405957916641748</id><published>2010-10-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:59:46.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solidão</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Aah , lembra uma vez que você leu '' Solidão è estar no meio de mil pessoas e sentir falta de apenas uma ''?&lt;br /&gt;È algo mais ou menos assim que sinto , mais sinto falta não apenas de uma , sinto falta de varias e varias , mas uma coisa è certa eu nunca fiquei tão presente comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solidão pode ser um processo de&amp;nbsp;aprendizagem&amp;nbsp;, nos preocupamos menos com as pessoas que amamos e&amp;nbsp;começamos&amp;nbsp;a cuidar melhor de nos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por isso saiba aproveitar a sua solidão , culta , aprenda as&amp;nbsp;lições&amp;nbsp;que ela te ensina , veja oque è melhor para você , para o seu futuro , planeje e acredite fielmente que seus sonhos è reais .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Felizes são as pessoas que dão valor as&amp;nbsp;lições&amp;nbsp;simples que a vida dà .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não espere perder essas&amp;nbsp;lições&amp;nbsp;tristes e pequenas para depois de alguns anos talvez você perceber o quanto elas eram grandes e levavam para o caminho da felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-3712405957916641748?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/3712405957916641748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/solidao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3712405957916641748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/3712405957916641748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/solidao.html' title='solidão'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-5037956185870930348</id><published>2010-10-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:00:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;È uma linda palavra na TEORIA, mas na pratica è outros quinhentos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E os mostros dentro de nos falando para desistir ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o sofrimento è maior que o orgulho ? E o MEDO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olha não me venha com bobagens&amp;nbsp;poéticas&amp;nbsp;(não hoje)dizendo que tenho que continuar seguindo em frente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O unico jeito de me ajudar è largar tudo (como eu fiz) e vim andar comigo ... Mais nem SMS você manda mais ..&amp;nbsp;Que m&amp;nbsp;està acontecendo com ''nos'' ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E se recomecar for sò uma desculpa para fazer alguma coisa e parar de insistir nesse ''nos''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-5037956185870930348?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/5037956185870930348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/recomecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5037956185870930348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/5037956185870930348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-7056180138816174927</id><published>2010-10-17T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:51:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCURA-SE ESPERANÇA DESESPERADAMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Entre idas e vindas me resumo feliz. Entre altos e baixos me resumo equilibrada. Sendo assim, tá na cara e não tem pane: ando meio mal mas vou sair dessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-7056180138816174927?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/7056180138816174927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/procura-se-esperanca-desesperadamente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7056180138816174927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/7056180138816174927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/procura-se-esperanca-desesperadamente.html' title='PROCURA-SE ESPERANÇA DESESPERADAMENTE'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214186468468853526.post-9104630865640699434</id><published>2010-10-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:17:08.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguinte , to sem net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso não to postando . Como se fizesse alguma falta ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maissss é muito bom dar um tempo na net sabe , inclusive para pessoas que são viciados como eu .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Estou dando um tempo em todos os meus vicios , é , incluindo pessoas também .Estou passando um tempo em Curitiba e ainda vou postar como estou sobrevivendo aqui .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Passei aqui para falar o quanto esse tempo está sendo bom para mim , serio vicios só destroem agente , estou sofrendo a abstinencia e tals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas vale a pena mesmo , é uma das primeiras vezes que eu estou olhando para dentro de mim .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beijos para o ser humano que leu isso :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8214186468468853526-9104630865640699434?l=sub-consciente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/feeds/9104630865640699434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/seguinte-to-sem-net.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9104630865640699434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8214186468468853526/posts/default/9104630865640699434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-consciente.blogspot.com/2010/10/seguinte-to-sem-net.html' title='Seguinte , to sem net'/><author><name>Bárbara Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352730579288352062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddMHJdqJbeo/Tl0QMpOSUnI/AAAAAAAAASw/joJZjIOmEN4/s220/DSCF0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
