<?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-478604970937237408</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:17:38.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used to Dream.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-5215743980135765972</id><published>2007-09-19T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:28:49.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao coração que sofre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RvG-hOnAlZI/AAAAAAAAADU/WhWh0p1efGc/s1600-h/um%20grande%20e%20gostoso%20beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112076530108896658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RvG-hOnAlZI/AAAAAAAAADU/WhWh0p1efGc/s320/um%2520grande%2520e%2520gostoso%2520beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao coração que sofre, separado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do teu, no exílio em que a chorar me vejo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não basta o afeto simples e sagrado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com que das desventuras me protejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me basta saber que sou amado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem só desejo o teu amor: desejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter nos braços teu corpo delicado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter na boca a doçura de teu beijo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as justas ambições que me consomem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me envergonham: pois maior baixeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há que a terra pelo céu trocar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mais eleva o coração de um homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser de homem sempre e, na maior pureza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficar na terra e humanamente amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olavo Bilac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoje foi estranho, mas seria injusto dizer que o dia foi chato, pelo contrário, foi até bonzinho,tirei uma grande dúvida da minha mente e um fato aconteceu, um fato de uma certa maneira indiferente, já que eu não quero mais chorar, sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que seja feita a vontade de Deus(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ô garotinho chato..te amo thiaguinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;beijos p meninas q faz a minha manhã maravilhosa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;edda,brina,layna e valeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(8) Eu faria tudo pra não te perder..(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;vc continua sendo o rei do meu (L).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;=x&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/478604970937237408-5215743980135765972?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RvG-hOnAlZI/AAAAAAAAADU/WhWh0p1efGc/s72-c/um%2520grande%2520e%2520gostoso%2520beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-2723495956349090360</id><published>2007-09-09T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:23:15.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No escurinho do cinema...♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuSbQXiLIWI/AAAAAAAAADM/YFHT2BGe1k0/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108378582842548578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuSbQXiLIWI/AAAAAAAAADM/YFHT2BGe1k0/s320/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No escurinho do cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chupando drops de anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Longe de qualquer problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perto de um final feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se a Deborah Kerr que o Gregory Peck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não vou bancar o santinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minha garota é Mae West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu sou o Sheik Valentino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas de repente o filme pifou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E a turma toda logo vaiou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acenderam as luzes, cruzes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que flagra!Que flagra!Que flagra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joana..joana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;te cuida muier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beijão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=x&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/478604970937237408-2723495956349090360?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/2723495956349090360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=2723495956349090360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/2723495956349090360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/2723495956349090360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-escurinho-do-cinema.html' title='No escurinho do cinema...♪'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuSbQXiLIWI/AAAAAAAAADM/YFHT2BGe1k0/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-4085323331918908553</id><published>2007-09-08T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:27:45.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuN2FniLIVI/AAAAAAAAADE/8bvSZIHpPAw/s1600-h/P1029542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108056241252016466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuN2FniLIVI/AAAAAAAAADE/8bvSZIHpPAw/s320/P1029542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apesar de tudo,estou bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tentei fazer coisas novas hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;operação realizada com sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amanhã??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ºcomo uma moça convida um rapaz para ir ao cinema?º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudades das minhas amiguinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-4085323331918908553?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/4085323331918908553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=4085323331918908553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/4085323331918908553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/4085323331918908553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuN2FniLIVI/AAAAAAAAADE/8bvSZIHpPAw/s72-c/P1029542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-6637440966183030696</id><published>2007-09-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:57:04.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes eu acho que estou ficando louca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuNuvniLIUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ftcm_6heP8A/s1600-h/animationluacp4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108048166713499970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuNuvniLIUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ftcm_6heP8A/s320/animationluacp4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dia amanheceu chovendo,o tempo estava gostoso,já acordei cansada,queria dormir mais.Levantei,e ao olhar-me no espelho vi que meus olhos estavam inchados,não estava pelo fato de ter acabado de acordar,e sim,de ter chorado bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me olho no espelho e me vejo do avesso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mesmo rosto que eu não reconheço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O rádio ligado, chuva e calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As gotas me ferem mas não sinto dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Noite passada foi triste,te vi trilhar um caminho diferente do meu,só não imaginava que fosse ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São águas passadas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolha uma estrada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não Olhe ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não Olhe Pra tras!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fiz quase tudo por você,quem não quer agora sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar a minha dose de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/478604970937237408-6637440966183030696?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/6637440966183030696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=6637440966183030696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/6637440966183030696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/6637440966183030696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-vezes-eu-acho-que-estou-ficando.html' title='As vezes eu acho que estou ficando louca...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuNuvniLIUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ftcm_6heP8A/s72-c/animationluacp4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-5941717784383905738</id><published>2007-09-07T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:42:58.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..CPM comandou..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuH9uHiLITI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QaaQpBrO3po/s1600-h/Imagem+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107642421153046834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuH9uHiLITI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QaaQpBrO3po/s320/Imagem+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3º aih...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;muito perfeito esse grupamento..qria tah ai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beijão p quem eu vi lah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-5941717784383905738?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/5941717784383905738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=5941717784383905738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/5941717784383905738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/5941717784383905738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/09/cpm-comandou.html' title='..CPM comandou..'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuH9uHiLITI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QaaQpBrO3po/s72-c/Imagem+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-5044078960277538137</id><published>2007-09-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:38:30.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Independencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuH8xniLISI/AAAAAAAAACs/ASY4SSRujHw/s1600-h/Imagem+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107641381770961186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RuH8xniLISI/AAAAAAAAACs/ASY4SSRujHw/s320/Imagem+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fui para parada do dia 7 de setembro..Lá encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thiaguinho tu mora no meu coraçãozinho, o meu amor por você é proporcional ao seu b..linho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;rsrsrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;brincadeirinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;te amo muitão amiguinhú&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/478604970937237408-5044078960277538137?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/5044078960277538137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=5044078960277538137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-4739632361102446876</id><published>2007-08-12T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:54:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mas eu me acho em ti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rr9lEbrCr4I/AAAAAAAAACk/IExyGgmXxjc/s1600-h/labirinto1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097904430028861314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rr9lEbrCr4I/AAAAAAAAACk/IExyGgmXxjc/s320/labirinto1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando eu estou sozinha,quando eu tiro o peso dessa pedra louca.Quando eu perdi todo o cuidado pelas coisas que eu tenho .É quando eu sinto a sua falta,você é o meu lar.E aqui está o que eu sei agora.É mais ou menos assim...MINHA SALVAÇÃO ESTÁ NO SEU AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;dia 10 especial..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-4739632361102446876?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/4739632361102446876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=4739632361102446876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/4739632361102446876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/4739632361102446876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/08/mas-eu-me-acho-em-ti.html' title='mas eu me acho em ti..'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rr9lEbrCr4I/AAAAAAAAACk/IExyGgmXxjc/s72-c/labirinto1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-4994449102615730460</id><published>2007-08-05T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:30:00.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>não quero ver voce tão triste assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RrZdT7rCr3I/AAAAAAAAACc/87dut5ObfIg/s1600-h/TunelLuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095362625433415538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RrZdT7rCr3I/AAAAAAAAACc/87dut5ObfIg/s320/TunelLuz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente o céu, repara o marHá muito mais pra eu te mostrarNão chore não, não fique triste assimEu te amo tanto que o teu pranto fez-se canto pra mimSorria, por favorTenha esperançaLalaia...(Erasmo):Que é que você tem?Conta pra mim...Não quero ver você triste assimNão fique triste!O mundo é bom; a felicidade até existeEnxugue a lágrima, pare de chorarVocê vai ver que tudo vai passarVocê vai sorrir outra vezQue mal alguém lhe fez?Conta pra mim!Não quero ver você triste assim...(Marisa):Sente o céu e esse luarQue eu quero ver no teu olharEu só queria ter você pra mimEu te amo tanto que o meu pranto fez-se canto pra mimSorria, por favorTenha esperançaLalaia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-4994449102615730460?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RrZdT7rCr3I/AAAAAAAAACc/87dut5ObfIg/s72-c/TunelLuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-5421313295594884862</id><published>2007-07-30T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:19:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rq5HbbrCr0I/AAAAAAAAACE/XgUxt4kAtdA/s1600-h/ATgAAADkh7p_cUuhoQ1TZCQBG-v7c5PMiQQtIsiCJk9m_WJQ1kp_fhIsnPeIFvA3tTHv5PpZKA5-FbqITVDlQ4LhIFrUAJtU9VAkaW9iJLOk8Qn_Wu3Y44tDlFENFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093086765212938050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rq5HbbrCr0I/AAAAAAAAACE/XgUxt4kAtdA/s320/ATgAAADkh7p_cUuhoQ1TZCQBG-v7c5PMiQQtIsiCJk9m_WJQ1kp_fhIsnPeIFvA3tTHv5PpZKA5-FbqITVDlQ4LhIFrUAJtU9VAkaW9iJLOk8Qn_Wu3Y44tDlFENFA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1º dia no emprego, nada de muito anormal..telefone é comigo mesmo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=]]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infantilidade e imaturidade..tudo por amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;foto com os meninos mais engraçados do mundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amo³²²¹³&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-5421313295594884862?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/5421313295594884862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=5421313295594884862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/5421313295594884862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/5421313295594884862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa..'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rq5HbbrCr0I/AAAAAAAAACE/XgUxt4kAtdA/s72-c/ATgAAADkh7p_cUuhoQ1TZCQBG-v7c5PMiQQtIsiCJk9m_WJQ1kp_fhIsnPeIFvA3tTHv5PpZKA5-FbqITVDlQ4LhIFrUAJtU9VAkaW9iJLOk8Qn_Wu3Y44tDlFENFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-7458773689377983653</id><published>2007-07-28T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:47:49.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Betão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqvxALrCrzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vtq1Or_KRac/s1600-h/ATgAAABUASHL9OE0pu3ZKaJOb9pxxLR-fD9acn-k41nM_mR06gN5q-TOYbpfBvPGWf9i3s6r6FikJx9mA6t5iFQ1Doa3AJtU9VBXsLxB5OEenaYpmNZV61M7bb3eBA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092428789108092722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqvxALrCrzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vtq1Or_KRac/s320/ATgAAABUASHL9OE0pu3ZKaJOb9pxxLR-fD9acn-k41nM_mR06gN5q-TOYbpfBvPGWf9i3s6r6FikJx9mA6t5iFQ1Doa3AJtU9VBXsLxB5OEenaYpmNZV61M7bb3eBA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tinha feito um outro post, mas ele misteriosamente apagou..então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;vai essa foto pq o beto vasculhando o baú da tatatatatatatatatatatatatatataravó achou essa foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Coração apaixonado é bobo (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beijão more!&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/478604970937237408-7458773689377983653?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/7458773689377983653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=7458773689377983653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/7458773689377983653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/7458773689377983653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/s-beto.html' title='Só Betão...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqvxALrCrzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vtq1Or_KRac/s72-c/ATgAAABUASHL9OE0pu3ZKaJOb9pxxLR-fD9acn-k41nM_mR06gN5q-TOYbpfBvPGWf9i3s6r6FikJx9mA6t5iFQ1Doa3AJtU9VBXsLxB5OEenaYpmNZV61M7bb3eBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-4753929093608391302</id><published>2007-07-27T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:56:19.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensando em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqqF8rrCrsI/AAAAAAAAABE/vyP6raA_sb0/s1600-h/JACAMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092029606257667778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqqF8rrCrsI/AAAAAAAAABE/vyP6raA_sb0/s320/JACAMOR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Estava satisfeito só em ser teu amigo.Mas o que será, que aconteceu comigo?Aonde foi que eu errei?Às vezes me pergunto se eu não entendi errado,Grande amizade com estar apaixonado,Se for só isso logo vai passar.Mas quando toca o telefone será você?O que eu estiver fazendo eu paro de fazer,E se fica muito tempo sem me ligar,Arranjo uma desculpa pra te procurar.Que tolo mas eu não consigo evitar.Porque eu só vivo pensando em você,É sem querer, você não sai da minha cabeça mais,Eu só vivo acordado a sonhar,Imaginar nós dois.Às vezes penso ser um sonho impossível,Uma ilusão terrível será?Eu já pedi tanto em oração,Que as portas do seu coração,Se abrissem para eu te conquistar,Mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus,Se Ele quiser então, não importa quando, onde,Como eu vou ter o teu coração.Faço tudo pra chamar sua atenção,De vez em quando eu meto os pés pelas mãos,Engulo a seco um ciúme,Quando outro apaixonado quer tirar de mim sua atenção.Coração apaixonado é bobo,Sorriso teu eu me derreto todo.O seu charme o seu olhar Sua fala mansa me faz delirar .Mas quanta coisa aconteceu e foi dita,Qualquer mínimo detalhe era pista.Coisas que ficaram para trás,Coisas que você nem lembra mais,Mas eu guardo tudo aqui no meu peito Tanto tempo estudando seu jeito,Tanto tempo esperando uma chance,Sonho tanto com esse romance.Que tolo mas eu não consigo evitar Porque eu só vivo pensando em você,É sem querer, você não sai da minha cabeça mais.Eu só vivo acordado a sonhar Imaginar nós dois Às vezes penso ser um sonho impossível Uma ilusão terrível será?Eu já pedi tanto em oração Que as portas do seu coração Se abrissem para eu te conquistar Mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus Se Ele quiser então, não importa quando, onde como..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu vou ter teu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;música linda né??Chorei na sala de aula hoje por causa da música. Pensei que hoje seria perfeito, mas por ausencia de pessoas não foi...Estou sentindo saudades e um aperto no coração..amanhã é o dia D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;..mas que seja feita a vontade de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;será amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-4753929093608391302?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/4753929093608391302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=4753929093608391302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/4753929093608391302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/4753929093608391302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/pensando-em-voc.html' title='pensando em você'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqqF8rrCrsI/AAAAAAAAABE/vyP6raA_sb0/s72-c/JACAMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-5014476670236422330</id><published>2007-07-24T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:43:28.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f²...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqZIJrrCrqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oiooTJqV9TE/s1600-h/palhaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090835759968202402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqZIJrrCrqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oiooTJqV9TE/s320/palhaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Essa imagem diz tudo do dia de hoje. Dia de novela, mais engraçado impossivel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do lado esquerdo a voz da razão e do lado direito voz da razão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tu é criança sim!&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/478604970937237408-5014476670236422330?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/5014476670236422330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=5014476670236422330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/5014476670236422330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/5014476670236422330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/f.html' title='f²...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqZIJrrCrqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oiooTJqV9TE/s72-c/palhaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-6887951804294159030</id><published>2007-07-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:05:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui pedida em casamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqUk1rrCrpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gu4hwi4n5gA/s1600-h/casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090515458487135890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqUk1rrCrpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gu4hwi4n5gA/s320/casamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Senti a emoção de ser pedida em casamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lalala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tudo que estava escrito naquele papel é verdade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Onibus hoje engraçado, mas nada extraordinário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beijão&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/478604970937237408-6887951804294159030?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/6887951804294159030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=6887951804294159030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/6887951804294159030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/6887951804294159030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/fui-pedida-em-casamento.html' title='Fui pedida em casamento...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqUk1rrCrpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gu4hwi4n5gA/s72-c/casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-3738344652348929625</id><published>2007-07-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:33:23.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º feijoada dos Formandos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqPbFLrCroI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n85ljFBDYgs/s1600-h/amor21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090152885937942146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqPbFLrCroI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n85ljFBDYgs/s320/amor21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Toda vez que eu te vejo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hoje foi a feijoada dos formandos, simplismente perfeita, quem não foi perdeu!A feijoada estava deliciOsa e para os alcoolatras ainda ganhavam uma caipiroska feita com muito amor..=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah..nunca pensei que fosse sentir tanta a falta desta pessoa, nunca pensei que fosse sentir tanto ciume tambem.Eu sei que a Gabi é uma das meninas mais bonitas do colégio, que por sinal ainda acho a irmã do Tayrone mais bonita que ela, mas eu acho que não é por isso que pessoas (como o Betão), devem ficar babando por ela..ciume???Talvez..isso me incomodou profundamente já que....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eu já pedi tanto em oração.que as portas do seu coração se abrissem para eu te conquistar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pois é, acho melhor deixar começar pelo inicio mesmo, talvez eu não consiga mais esconder o que estou sentindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mas quando o amor acontece, a gente fica boa, distraída, esquece até as amigas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se dependesse de mim, ficaria a tarde inteira sentada numa escada ao lado dele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gosto muito de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Seu amor é a minha cura é doce paixão ninguem segura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&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/478604970937237408-3738344652348929625?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/3738344652348929625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=3738344652348929625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/3738344652348929625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/3738344652348929625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-feijoada-dos-formandos.html' title='1º feijoada dos Formandos...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RqPbFLrCroI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n85ljFBDYgs/s72-c/amor21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-2238220970101207686</id><published>2007-07-16T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:24:11.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depois do desencontro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rpv9ptFSSrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ErdObkkpT4A/s1600-h/fada_24.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087939096963336882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rpv9ptFSSrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ErdObkkpT4A/s320/fada_24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"A sabedoria de um tolo não vai te libertar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"O que o amor constrói nada destrói"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Acordei as 5 da manha, tomei aquele banho e me arrumei, o tempo passou muito rápido, e quando percebi já era 6:25 e o pai do nando já estava buzinando, só deu tempo de pegar minha necessàire de maquiagem e minha bolsa de aula, mais uma vez tive que acabar de me arrumar no carro. Cheguei muito cedo no colégio, mas logo entramos em forma, a capitã elogiou o terceiro ano..^^ mas ainda estamos de castigo =[ Na aula tudo normal..tive que prestar atenção na aula já que o vestibular da UEA esta chegando, e eu tenho que passar. No terceiro tempo pedi para o professor liberar mais cedo, pq eu queria ir ao banheiro, e ver se o segundo ano estava fazendo educação física, fui ao banheiro e "ele" ainda estava em sala. O intervalo bateu e fui formar, os meninos não ficam mais no mesmo local da arquibancada =[, é uma pena pois mesmo de castigo a visão seria ótima..Dessa vez ficamos em forma a vontade e recebemos uma ótima notícia..Treinamento especial um pica pau fuça meu humilde blog neh?! =]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"É o coração que bate com medo do baque que pode levar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Parece que os últimos tempos demoram um século para acabar, principalmente quando estamos anciosos. A Petty liberou mais cedo, pois estava com a garganta inflamada, até gostei..ao passar pelo "A", deu uma leve olhadinha mas nada vi, fui para parada e lá fiquei conversando com minha amiguinha Jú..logo no pequeno vilarejo vi o Rei, ah..finalmente!! Como esperei..ele olhou tambem, fiquei feliz com isso, logo o onibus veio, uhuuuuu (pensei!), sentei e consequentemente fui obrigada a segurar a bolsa do markwell e depois resolvi fazer a boa ação do dia, segurar a bolsa super pesada do Arthur..Segurar com prazer???Ninguem percebeu..relaxa!! =] Logo, ofereci a feijoada para as pessoas presentes, e acabei oferecendo feijoada + caipirinha para um menino que devia ter no máximo 15 anos..projeto bambi??Arthur sem graça!!!Então, espero encontrar várias pessoas na feijoada, afinal, precisamos de lucro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Para ter as duas paixões não tem jeito só tendo dois corações no meu peito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dia bonzinho, falei com pessoas, principalmente "ele"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah,por que o picolé de milho verde é amarelo??¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Menino quando te vejo me sinto ócia criativa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Música de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ela mexe comigo, o pior que não sabecomentei com os amigos,minha outra metadeEla..aa eu morro de amores por ela, estou a ponto de largar aquela que há tempos me acompanhou, mas o meu sentimento mudou, eu não pude conterE agora que que eu faço?...Olha eu estou meio sem jeito, mas eu to aqui,preciso te falar, eu não sei se é direito mas eu nao pedi pra me apaixonareu te peço perdão mas quem manda na gente é o coração(é o 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/478604970937237408-2238220970101207686?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/2238220970101207686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=2238220970101207686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/2238220970101207686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/2238220970101207686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/sabedoria-de-um-tolo-no-vai-te-libertar.html' title='depois do desencontro...'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/Rpv9ptFSSrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ErdObkkpT4A/s72-c/fada_24.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478604970937237408.post-1835712639574593618</id><published>2007-07-15T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:47:34.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra começar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RprOEdFSSpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CHXdzSKyqXk/s1600-h/200539036-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087605304989993618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RprOEdFSSpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CHXdzSKyqXk/s320/200539036-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não entendo pq olhas tanto, se não gosta pra que ficar fazendo perguntas do tipo: "Quer dizer que fulaninho quer ficar contigo...?!"&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser?Vc não tem nada a ver com isso, se realmente se importa com algo então fala, não fique me tratando como se não sentisse nada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Obrigado Betão por ter lembrado de mim no show, adoreiii a gravação!&lt;br /&gt;* Inscrição para UEA aberta, agora só estudar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Que Deus abençoe essa semana e faça com quem o rei tome alguma iniciativa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478604970937237408-1835712639574593618?l=iusedtodream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/feeds/1835712639574593618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478604970937237408&amp;postID=1835712639574593618' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/1835712639574593618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478604970937237408/posts/default/1835712639574593618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iusedtodream.blogspot.com/2007/07/s-pra-comear.html' title='Só pra começar.'/><author><name>Jacqueline Campos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03448895795991278297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-96NqXYmv0/RprOEdFSSpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CHXdzSKyqXk/s72-c/200539036-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
