<?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-3422836492661527654</id><updated>2011-09-21T07:04:45.734-07:00</updated><category term='mário'/><category term='flores'/><category term='acidente'/><category term='significado'/><category term='quintana'/><category term='recado'/><title type='text'>~•Eu faço parte de um grupo de pessoas que não faz escolhas óbvias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-9112985059555488080</id><published>2009-07-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:09:59.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova musika &gt;&gt; Pitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"  codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="uploader" width="480" height="390" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://tvig.ig.com.br/swf/playerFlash.swf?media=http://tvig.ig.com.br/Templates/RequestUrlPlayer.aspx?id=135449&amp;isEmbed=true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#333333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://tvig.ig.com.br/swf/playerFlash.swf?media=http://tvig.ig.com.br/Templates/RequestUrlPlayer.aspx?id=135449&amp;isEmbed=true"  quality="high" bgcolor="#333333" width="480" height="390" align="middle"  name="uploader" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-9112985059555488080?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/9112985059555488080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=9112985059555488080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/9112985059555488080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/9112985059555488080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2009/07/nova-musika-pitty.html' title='Nova musika &gt;&gt; Pitty'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-5305899444332125634</id><published>2009-06-12T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:57:37.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Dia dos Namoridos ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Como sempre acordei pensando em você.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que senti uma vontade enorme de tocar seu corpo suavemente, com carinho, explorando cada pedacinho dele.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ter suas mãos deslizando pela minha pele, pelo meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;A minha boca pede seus lábios para que possamos viajar naqueles beijos ardentes e cheios de ternura ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro do peito as batidas do meu coração aceleram ao imaginar você em mim, sinto você em mim e suspiro de tanta emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, em meus ouvidos ouço seus sussurros ofegantes, murmúrios de quem quer sempre mais, de quem me quer sempre mais. E eu me entrego.&lt;br /&gt;quero declarar que o amo muito e desejo-lhe &lt;em&gt;intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Adoro estar com você, pois me transporta para o paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto prazer você me proporciona, afinal, você me completa, me realiza, me satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Cássio ♥&lt;/strong&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/3422836492661527654-5305899444332125634?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5305899444332125634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=5305899444332125634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link 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mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se lembrar dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dos nossos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nossas juras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Já desbotadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nossos beijos de outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Foram guardados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nosso mais belo plano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desperdiçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nossa graça e vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Derretem na chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se voltar desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ou se eles foram mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se lembrar dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dos nossos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um costume de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fica agarrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As lembranças, os cheiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dilacerados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nossa bela história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tá no passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O amor que me tinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Era pouco e se acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-8166040814332396199?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8166040814332396199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=8166040814332396199&amp;isPopup=true' 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-3422836492661527654.post-7993489222606632766</id><published>2009-05-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:12:58.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida pede passagem !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Os anos passam muito depressa...E com eles se vão os momentos alegres ou tristes que vivemos e outros chegam para ocupar o espaço vazio. Com o tempo, as imensas alegrias que queremos perpetuar no presente serão apenas lembranças.Assim como as dores que hoje parecem nos sufocar perderão o seu poder. Iremos descobrir que muitas das nossas crenças não nos ajudaram em nada.Desejaremos mudar o caminho, mas em muitos momentos o medo irá nos paralisar.Iremos chorar nossas mágoas e nos sentirmos inferiores perante os outros.Mas em seguida, iremos gargalhar e comemorar as vitórias que virão.Iremos sofrer com a indiferença, mas também se alegrar com os gestos inusitados que iremos receber pela longa estrada que estamos trilhando.Almejaremos novas conquistas, mas a dúvida se plantará em nosso coração.Cometeremos gestos ousados sem nos preocupar com as conseqüências.Iremos sofrer constantes decepções e até pensaremos em desistir de tudo, porém, em breve voltaremos a acreditar e continuar tentando.Vários amores poderão passar por nossas vidas e talvez descubramos que nenhum foi realmente um amor verdadeiro.Ou talvez viveremos um grande amor e por ele cometeremos as maiores loucuras.O sofrimento se fará presente, a melancolia irá nos acompanhar, a carência será a nossa sombra e a depressão seguirá os nossos passos.Mas a paz de espírito, a fé, o amor, a persistência e a alegria de viver são mais poderosos e poderão modificar nossa existência.Iremos crescer, amadurecer, mas alguns dos nossos receios de infância não irão nos abandonar.Enumeraremos as qualidades alheias e seremos incapazes de reconhecer a nossa grandeza interna.Iremos escolher a nossa melhor roupa e ir à luta.E amanhã, talvez iremos preferir a companhia de nosso velho pijama.Por receio, iremos abandonar muitos dos nossos sonhos.E pelo amadurecimento iremos descobrir novas perspectivas.A insegurança estará ao nosso lado e no segundo seguinte iremos até nos surpreender com a nossa coragem.As perdas estarão presentes em nosso trajeto.Algumas serão insubstituíveis e outras serão facilmente trocadas.Desejaremos renovar nossa vida e poderemos começar pelo visual ou quem sabe será a evolução interna que determinará um novo estilo?Poderemos mudar de religião, mas a fé em Deus será eternamente a mesma.Sentiremos vergonha de alguns atos cometidos, mas o orgulho diante de uma realização também aparecerá.Sofreremos enormes quedas, mas continuaremos almejando o topo.O desânimo irá surgir, mas também surgirá uma pequena, mas intensa luz de esperança.Ficaremos confusos, sem saber o caminho a seguir.Poderemos preferir não dar nenhum passo ou arriscar o desconhecido.Perderemos muito tempo com temor de tomar alguma atitude e modificar algo que nos incomoda.Contemplaremos o céu e pode ser que as lágrimas nos façam vê-lo nublado.Mas à noite o nosso brilho combinará com as estrelas.Por diversas vezes, iremos cair e nos machucar.Talvez decidamos passar um bom período caídos.Ou poderemos levantar com mais garra e determinação para continuarmos.Alguns amigos ficarão perdidos em alguma curva e outros estarão sempre ao nosso lado.Conheceremos a injustiça de perto.Mas a solidariedade irá sempre ser o sentimento mais forte.Em alguns estágios da vida, iremos querer ficar sozinhos e reconhecer que somos nossa melhor companhia.Em outros, a festa será grande e não terá hora para terminar.Ficaremos assustados diante das dificuldades.E depois veremos que não foi tão difícil como pensávamos.Em determinados dias, iremos nos sentir cheios de poderes especiais.E em outros só iremos querer um colo...As paixões serão intensas e cometeremos as maiores insanidades.E a solidão irá querer nos destruir.A auto-estima ressurgirá mais forte do que nunca.E assim abriremos a porta para o verdadeiro amor entrar.Poderemos viver a noite.E deixar os dias passarem...Ou simplesmente poderemos viver cada instante intensamente.A escolha é apenas nossa.E não importa qual seja...Porque a vida pede passagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sônia Carvalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301540463948544386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZLa9pQDOYI/AAAAAAAAARI/UVxBymEx1P4/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SONETO DE SEPARAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente do riso fez-se o pranto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E do momento imóvel fez o drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de sozinho o que se fez contente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinícius de Morais&lt;/em&gt;&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/3422836492661527654-3931008240986823802?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3931008240986823802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=3931008240986823802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3931008240986823802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3931008240986823802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você deseja enviar flores com um significado especial veja abaixo a flor que mais se adapta ao sentimento que você pretende passar. Ao enviar um *bouquet ou um arranjo de flores, dependendo das flores que você optar o mesmo poderá ter um significado todo especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor-Perfeito = Flor popular com o significado imperativo de "Volte pra mim" ou "Amor Eterno"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Acácia = Uma flor que quando feita em buquê se torna uma "Prova de amor" daquele que envia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alfazema = A flor de alfazema (lavanda) muito usada na perfumaria, representa a "Calma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anis = É usasdo em licores. Em bouquet significa "Promessa", de casamento ou de amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Azaléia Vermelha "Significa que você ama a pessoa há muito tempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bogarim = Uma flor alva que representa o "Amor vivo e puro que existe dentro de uma pessoa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bonina = A flor da bonina representa a "Mulher bela e amada", e o "Amor confiante" de quem envia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Camélia = Um arbusto que fica sempre-verde inclusive no inverno, significa "Fidelidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Camélia branca = Flor de grande beleza e brilho, significa "O Belo perfeito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Camélia rosada = Significa "Grandeza da alma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Cravo vermelho "Significa que você vive para a pessoa amada" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cravo amarelo = Significa o "Desdém"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cravo Branco = Uma flor que por sua alva cor representa a "Pureza" ou "Talento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cravo Roxo = Uma flor que representa a "Solidão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cravo Rosado = Representa "Preferência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dália = Uma flor que representa o "Reconhecimento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dália amarela = uma "União recíproca"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dália rosada = Representa a "Delicadeza"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fúcsia = Apesar de ser um tipo de brinco-de-princesa neste caso significa "Ardor no coração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gardênia = Uma flor muito perfumada e tradicional representa a "Sinceridade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Genciana = Da raiz desta flor se extrai uma substância tônica amarga, daí o seu significado "Dor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Laranjeira = Além da laranja, tem a flor alva e perfumada e significa "Noivado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lilás = Uma flor que tem o significado de "Aspiração, Desejo intenso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lírio = Uma flor exuberante que representa "Nobreza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Lótus = Uma flor com o significado de "Proteção e amor"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maracujá = Com mais de 600 tipos diferentes a flor de maracujá significa "Coração ferido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Margarida = Com petalas brancas significa "Você é tudo pra mim" ou " Inocência - Virgindade "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Margarida 2 "É uma declaração de amor que nada mais existe a não ser ela (pessoa amada)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Orquídea = De forma imprópria considerada parasita, siginifica "Tudo que me atrai é você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Papoula = De uma planta que cede o látex que se obtem o ópio e significa "Falsa paixão" "Sonho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peônia = Uma erva perene a flor da peônia representa a "Sinceridade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perpétua = Como o próprio nome da flor sugere, representa "Para sempre"&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/3422836492661527654-4991733693723420189?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4991733693723420189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4991733693723420189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4991733693723420189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4991733693723420189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2009/01/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-3966583159960867915</id><published>2009-01-09T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:46:50.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SWc4hbGFR2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0JeeY0afRK0/s1600-h/Imagem+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289258434230044514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SWc4hbGFR2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0JeeY0afRK0/s400/Imagem+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" quando meus lábios tocarem tua pele e minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;. percorrerem em teu corpo, mergulharei nos mais profundos&lt;br /&gt;. desejos de sua alma, e sentirei dentro de ti, uma só pessoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.Tu verás que todas as nossas fantasias ganharão asas e nos&lt;br /&gt;. conduzirão excitados, o silêncio por frações de segundos será&lt;br /&gt;. absoluto e sendo apenas vencidos por gemidos e palavras&lt;br /&gt;. sussurradas e nossos corpos como nascentes de&lt;br /&gt;. rios embarcados em suor, deslizarão mansamente de caricias e&lt;br /&gt;. cumplicidade... Então eu irei te beijar com toda a intensidade do&lt;br /&gt;. meu amor, e olhando dentro dos teus olhos direi...&lt;br /&gt;. EU TE AMO..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-3966583159960867915?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3966583159960867915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=3966583159960867915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3966583159960867915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3966583159960867915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-meus-lbios-tocarem-tua-pele-e.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SWc4hbGFR2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0JeeY0afRK0/s72-c/Imagem+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4434740631403148428</id><published>2008-12-23T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:28:29.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SVFlmdj9WwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/w_dVCKb43QI/s1600-h/fiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283115549327186690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SVFlmdj9WwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/w_dVCKb43QI/s400/fiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELIZ NATAL PRA NÓS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4434740631403148428?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4434740631403148428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4434740631403148428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4434740631403148428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4434740631403148428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-pra-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SVFlmdj9WwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/w_dVCKb43QI/s72-c/fiel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-1419618275593706733</id><published>2008-12-18T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:11:01.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te Amo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...as vzs sentimos a necessidade q aquela pessoa q vc ama, prove o amor q sente por vc.. De uma forma não convencional, pq dizer eu te amo não é tudo... Qualquer um pode dizer isso e ser ou não verdade... Pior é qd essa tal pessoa não diz EU TE AMO! Vc precisa se setir amada, e para isso vc precisa de provas. Quando se tem um cachorro ele demonstra que te ama sem dizer nada, ele simplesmente, todos os dias q vc esta voltando do trabalho se aproxima de vc e faz uma festa. Parece q sua chegada é o momento mais esperado por ele, e não importa quanto tempo passe, todos os dias q vc chegar do trabalho será a mesma coisa! Por isso dizer eu te amo é importante SIM, mas nem sempre compensa tudo akilo q vc espera... alem do eu te amo, O amor precisa sobreviver ao dia-a-dia. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUo8r25MzlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oq7vUlTj7xY/s1600-h/FlorColorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281100237212798546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUo8r25MzlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oq7vUlTj7xY/s320/FlorColorida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O amor precisa d provas físicas e espirituais, escritas ou lidas, precisa d doação e d atenção, d ser sempre cultivado, tratado e cuidado, precisa de ALIMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é algo mortal; como um animal selvagem que esta em sua casa, ele se deixa afagar e ser tratado porem não se pode relaxar nos seus cuidados senão ela devora seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Amar alguém é delicioso, ser amando por alguém é divino, amar deixa a vida mais alegre, deixa borboletas no estômago, deixa aquela sensação d euforia q faz o tempo correr e não vemos a hora d encontrar a pessoa amada.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dirão q o amor é uma reação química no celebro....Outros dirão q o amor é algo cruel.......Outros q o amor é imoral, proibido.......... Outros diriam apenas: é só sentir........ Outros ainda, q é divino eterno......... E outros q ele não tem explicação...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUo8r25MzlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oq7vUlTj7xY/s1600-h/FlorColorida.jpg"&gt;&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/3422836492661527654-1419618275593706733?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1419618275593706733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=1419618275593706733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1419618275593706733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1419618275593706733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu te Amo !'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUo8r25MzlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oq7vUlTj7xY/s72-c/FlorColorida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-8537289164735535809</id><published>2008-12-17T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:43:10.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUkrD0rkP7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/1ePbsRccxfw/s1600-h/CravosVermelhos_600_blg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280799382749593522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUkrD0rkP7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/1ePbsRccxfw/s320/CravosVermelhos_600_blg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A Palavra e o Poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Há que se conquistar a Palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;assim, como se conquista uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;om cuidado e carinhos redobrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e deixar que ela venha, se quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Há que fazê-la se apaixonar, a Palavra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;descobrir-lhe os desejos e vontades assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;como se faz a uma amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e deitar-se com ela, no meio da tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Há que se prometer à Palavra: fidelidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;assim, como se faz à uma companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e jurar, se preciso for, que não há outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e que será só dela, sempre, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;vida inteira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quem sabe assim terminem teus dilemas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quem sabe assim junto de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ela se aquietae então talvez tu possas, sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fazer poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E a Palavra então te deixe ser Poeta. &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/3422836492661527654-8537289164735535809?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8537289164735535809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=8537289164735535809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/8537289164735535809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/8537289164735535809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/12/palavra-e-o-poeta-h-que-se-conquistar.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUkrD0rkP7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/1ePbsRccxfw/s72-c/CravosVermelhos_600_blg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-66428071266360762</id><published>2008-12-12T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:42:48.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUK-FoLyr5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/b3iu1ErMLNQ/s1600-h/100_2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278990717127143314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUK-FoLyr5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/b3iu1ErMLNQ/s320/100_2716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã... Niver do namoriiido =DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keria q vc soubesse amor, (se é q já não ta cansado de saber) q vc é parte fundamental na minha vida. Acho q brigo com meus sentimentos, tento desacelerar, seguir seu ritmo mas, a vdd é q gosto mto de vc... exageradamente, sem moderação alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já passamos por tantas coisas não é?! Tudo se tornou tão mais sério do q imaginamos. Um amor de Carnaval, q passou pela Páscoa, festas juninas, julhinas... e o natal ta ai, e às 00:00 sem dúvidas q estaremos frente a frente... Não dá pra não lembrar do acidente q marcou minha vida... pra sempre, as nossas. tantas noites nakele hospital, tanta aflição, tanto sentimento misturado, dias angustiantes e posso afirmar q mudamos dps dele, q estamos crescendo juntos, e kerendo ou não fazendo nossos planos secretos para um futuro. Não adianta resistir amor rsrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kem diria dps de anos de amizade, a gente junto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É isso amor, o resto eu digo pessoalmente =D&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/3422836492661527654-66428071266360762?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/66428071266360762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=66428071266360762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/66428071266360762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/66428071266360762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/12/amanh.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SUK-FoLyr5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/b3iu1ErMLNQ/s72-c/100_2716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4073526671916164577</id><published>2008-12-09T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:21:52.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/ST5aUPOOq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UOlw6wrY-2s/s1600-h/100_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277755117054897138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/ST5aUPOOq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UOlw6wrY-2s/s200/100_3731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anjo&lt;br /&gt;Banda Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acredita em anjo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pois é, sou o seu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soube que anda triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que sente falta de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que não quer amar ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por isso estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vim cuidar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te proteger, te fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te entender, te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quando tiver cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cantar pra você dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te colocar sobre as minhas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te apresentar as estrelas do meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Passar em Saturno e roubar o seu mais lindo anel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vou estar contigo a todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Farei tudo que você deseja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O coração dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4073526671916164577?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4073526671916164577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4073526671916164577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4073526671916164577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4073526671916164577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/12/anjo-banda-eva-acredita-em-anjo-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/ST5aUPOOq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UOlw6wrY-2s/s72-c/100_3731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4865333842716513836</id><published>2008-11-27T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:05:51.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amélia de hoje "Amélia que era mulher de verdade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu sou apenas uma mulher.E gostaria de reivindicar o direito de sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sou vaidosa. Uso baton pra dar cor à minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maquiagem para parecer mais bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não faço tudo com perfeição;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;alguns fios de cabelo branco, apesar de todas as tentativas para evitá-los, aparecem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Uso cremes pra retardar o envelhecimento e se à noite tenho dores de cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;é porque me sinto cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nem sempre estou disponível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;e pronta e cometo erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me engano, como qualquer outro ser humano normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gosto de roupas, sapatos, jóias, perfumes e flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Um minuto de atenção me faz ganhar todo o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou sensível, fraca, frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou forte quando preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minha única busca: o amor e tudo o que dele resulta: crianças, trabalho, dia-a-dia e felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas vou além: quero segurança, andar de mãos dadas, ser pega no colo e ser chamada de rainha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minhas lágrimas me traem quando menos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;espero. E desespero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Detesto a solidão, a falta de atenção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sou impaciente e não gosto de esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Não quero ser objeto e nem ter dono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sou capaz, por mim mesma, amando, de me entregar de todo e ser fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem amarras, simplesmente por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Posso ferir, como todas as rosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas perfumo também, dou encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ilumino o amor como só as mulheres sabem fazer.Compenso, se assim posso dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Há sempre um preço para a felicidade e tocar nela é aceitar pagar esse preço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sou uma Amélia dos tempos modernos.Mais independente, sabendo o que quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E o que quero é ser eu mesma..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me digam, q segredos escondemos? Pq vcs homens não acham tão complicadas e chatas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Do blog da Cris &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://precisotantoaproveitarvoce.zip.net/arch2007-03-01_2007-03-31.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://precisotantoaproveitarvoce.zip.net/arch2007-03-01_2007-03-31.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4865333842716513836?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4865333842716513836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4865333842716513836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4865333842716513836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4865333842716513836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/11/amlia-de-hoje-amlia-que-era-mulher-de.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-6398809815315750276</id><published>2008-11-27T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:22:16.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quintana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mário'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SS50mza6f6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DNs07f5Zvk0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273280423684374434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SS50mza6f6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DNs07f5Zvk0/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa. Quando se vê, já são seis horas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira... Quando se vê, já terminou o ano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quando se vê, perdemos o amor da nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quando se vê, já se passaram 50 anos! Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Se me fosse dada, um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando, pelo caminho, a casca dourada e inútil das horas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Desta forma, eu digo: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo, a única falta que terá, será desse tempo que infelizmente não voltará mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MÁRIO QUINTANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tiver algo a fazer por mim... 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-9145429339567971704</id><published>2008-11-14T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:10:15.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUDO PASSA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na vida tudo passa, não importa o que tu faça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que te fazia rir hoje já não tem mais graça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo muda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo troca de lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o filme é o mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só o elenco que tem que mudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que alterar pra poder se encaixar se não for pra ser feliz é melhor largar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue e busque felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa estrela cadente o sonho se faz presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no compasso do batuque de um coração doente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fera tá ferida mas não tá morta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus fecha a janela mas deixa aberta a porta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busque felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque o sol não se tampa com a peneira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra quem já tá molhado um pingo é besteira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renovo minha força vendo o sol se pôr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensamento longe renovo meu amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha voz faz eco, tristeza que eu vetonão importa qual o papo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O papo aqui tem que ser reto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cada chaga que a gente traz na alma é a confirmação de que a ferida sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se restaura, já foi cicatrizada eleve as mãos pros céus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a tua alma tá blindada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois ninguém vive conto de fadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prefiro meu degrau do que sua escada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busque felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que por sinal é pra subir e pra descerum degrau de cada vez é assim que tem que ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá entendendo o que eu tô falando?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caiu a ficha ou ainda tá boiando?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minhas palavras pairam pelo ar e o meu show tem que continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso eu continuo no rap eu destruo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como dizia Ali dou ferroadas e flutuo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nem no ringue tem que ter molejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na minha criação a força vence o medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem querer controlar o que sinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo sem deixar sombras no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busque felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busque felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então se ligue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busque felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra existir história tem que existir verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect&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/3422836492661527654-9145429339567971704?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/9145429339567971704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=9145429339567971704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d8ad3c9f85b61d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d8ad3c9f85b61d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063143%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FD5D1CFC0452F77FD0B3F7EA9681066E43BCCB5.37EC1E7AEDE0992BCAF3F8E8A7717773653FF724%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d8ad3c9f85b61d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_rpcYYlYLtO-XjqyDtF4XUT_s1Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" 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href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-os-homens-no-fazem-por-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-3975076347527478864</id><published>2008-11-11T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:20:36.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu deito em uma cama cedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pensando em pensamentos atrasados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esperando pelo preto substituir meu azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu não luto em sua teiaPois era minha chance de acertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas querido,Eu sinto que estou finalmente ficando cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;De esperar para ser consumida por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me dê a primeira prova, deixe começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Céu não pode esperar para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Querido, comece a caçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Eu vou deixar você ganhar mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você precisa se empenhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh, seu amor me dá uma pontada em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A brisa de um provérbio tinge minha pele de vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sua paquera faminta limita percepção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Estou construindo memórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;De coisas que nunca dissemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cheio não é pesado como vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não é quase meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não é quase meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não é quase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me dê a primeira prova, deixe começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Céu não pode esperar para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Querido, comece a caçada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu vou deixar você ganhar mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você precisa se empenhar...&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/3422836492661527654-3975076347527478864?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3975076347527478864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=3975076347527478864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3975076347527478864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SRgfII1ImEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F3ioQIrjtFA/s400/%C2%A4%5B1%5D.dRi+0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chateada hj ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras tem um poder aff. Algumas são verdadeiros tapas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3422836492661527654-2516407500121516044?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2516407500121516044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=2516407500121516044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2516407500121516044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2516407500121516044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/11/chateada-hj.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SRgfII1ImEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F3ioQIrjtFA/s72-c/%C2%A4%5B1%5D.dRi+0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-3032807506233433644</id><published>2008-11-03T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:48:27.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQ842ysKa1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0ha3_fJWEHY/s1600-h/100_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264489003390495570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQ842ysKa1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0ha3_fJWEHY/s400/100_1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kem entende de migalhas, nunka que vai entender essa nossa fartura !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Essa foto? há nove meses atrás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sua recuperação é minha recuperação, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3422836492661527654-3032807506233433644?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3032807506233433644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=3032807506233433644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3032807506233433644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3032807506233433644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/11/kem-entende-de-migalhas-nunka-que-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQ842ysKa1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0ha3_fJWEHY/s72-c/100_1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4933562041624999677</id><published>2008-10-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:58:25.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQHidDPo5jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RZcseZN-hl0/s1600-h/heartcoracao22-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260734828460434994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQHidDPo5jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RZcseZN-hl0/s200/heartcoracao22-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pensando na minha vida, no tanto de coisas que aconteceram nos últimos tempos e em como isso ajudou a formar o que eu realmente sou hoje em dia e o que provavelmente vou continuar sendo pro resto da minha vida. Não tem como fugir mais, tudo o que eu tinha que viver pra "me formar" eu já vivi e hoje o molde está pronto, trancafiado num cofre pra ninguém copiar. Me acho sim uma peça única, como todos por aí, a diferença é que muitos não gostam do que são e tentam copiar o molde dos outros ou então tentam ser alguém que definitivamente não são. Eu sou algúem intenso, egoísta e cheio de defeitos, como todo ser humano. Eu sou algúem meigo, dependente, medroso, sonhador... Eu sou o que sou e não tenho medo de dizer o que sinto e o que penso sobre as coisas que eu vivo e as coisas que vejo. msm cometendo algumas manacadas e acabe passando por cima de alguns por aí não tem a maldade correndo nas veias. Eu só sou natural, de carne e osso e intensa, como uma bomba. Eu sou o coração ferido de Jack. O pequeno principe perdido no deserto, os carneiros no papel. Eu sou aquilo que quero ser e não questionem o que eu faço. Eu faço aquilo que chamo de buscar a felicidade (por mais que não acredite o tempo todo nela) e não importa se não estou no caminho certo pois enquanto eu achar que estou, pra mim faz sentido e é isso que importa.&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/3422836492661527654-4933562041624999677?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4933562041624999677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4933562041624999677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4933562041624999677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4933562041624999677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/pensando-na-minha-vida-no-tanto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQHidDPo5jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RZcseZN-hl0/s72-c/heartcoracao22-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4869125754915493354</id><published>2008-10-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:27:43.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQCJs4HM-WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nD_8d0xJnBI/s1600-h/1amormeu-primeiro-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260355768838584674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQCJs4HM-WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nD_8d0xJnBI/s320/1amormeu-primeiro-amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Encontrei em vc um olhar q me compreende,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um olhar q sorri e q me faz sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Akele olhar q me vê com o coração e q fala ao meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um olhar que me emociona, que me conquista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Encontrei um olhar que me perturba, que me deseja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um olhar que em meio a todos, olha apenas pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UM OLHAR AMIGO , um olhar amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UM OLHAR MUDO, q diz tudo o q preciso ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Akele olhar q REFRIGERA toda ansiedade e aquece a minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UM OLHAR q me beija, q chora comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ENCONTREI um olhar que não se desvie do meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Q ME PROVOCA, q me encare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UM OLHAR DE AMOR, de admiração, de respeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UM olhar q se cruzou numa fração de segundo&lt;br /&gt;E se apaixonou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;APRISIONOU-SE numa eterna necessidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E q prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;FINALMENTE ENCONTREI um olhar q me acomoda na masmorra de meu castelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UM OLHAR q me prende e me encantou pra sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Saudades, saudades!!!&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/3422836492661527654-4869125754915493354?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4869125754915493354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4869125754915493354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4869125754915493354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4869125754915493354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/encontrei-em-vc-um-olhar-q-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SQCJs4HM-WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nD_8d0xJnBI/s72-c/1amormeu-primeiro-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-1558746533376293488</id><published>2008-10-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:52:35.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SP8TfYfSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IFpnRteMD5w/s1600-h/Â¤[1].dRi+042...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259944319662565250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SP8TfYfSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IFpnRteMD5w/s320/%C2%A4%5B1%5D.dRi+042...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vc já parou pra pensar se vc está bem consigo msm? Já fez uma 'DR' de vc pra vc msm??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estive pensando nisso, e apesar de tudo o que aconteceu na minha vida últimamente, eu to tão bem cmg, tão bem ao olhar o espelho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se me sentisse a pessoa mais segura do mundo. O pq de estar assim? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por tantas coisas terem acontecido, coisas que me abriram os olhos, e me fizeram enxergar que sou maior, que sou mais forte, e sou mto sensata ! Ah isso eu sou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os obstáculos me fizeram aprender a pular mais alto e akele vento que senti nas vezes em que estava lá no alto driblando os obstáculos é tão bom!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora quero sentir mais esse ventinho e viver !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada pelos obstáculos \o/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259944321149105730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SP8TfeBs9kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qx2xNvuYGcY/s320/lotusl%C3%B3tus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SP8SYMMPa3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/68iw6FB0rDo/s1600-h/lotuslÃ³tus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-1558746533376293488?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1558746533376293488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=1558746533376293488&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1558746533376293488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1558746533376293488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/vc-j-parou-pra-pensar-se-vc-est-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SP8TfYfSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IFpnRteMD5w/s72-c/%C2%A4%5B1%5D.dRi+042...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4049316225454003654</id><published>2008-10-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:52:28.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SO96A_CU98I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GJYcpnI45PI/s1600-h/cazuzaolhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SO96A_CU98I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GJYcpnI45PI/s400/cazuzaolhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255553447504443330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Meu inferno astral ta em dia, aff !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4049316225454003654?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4049316225454003654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4049316225454003654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4049316225454003654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4049316225454003654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/meu-inferno-astral-ta-em-dia-aff.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SO96A_CU98I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GJYcpnI45PI/s72-c/cazuzaolhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-8870323004046650425</id><published>2008-10-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:57:03.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SO4pblxksWI/AAAAAAAAAII/9L1bRHcBM6M/s1600-h/tatooo100_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SO4pblxksWI/AAAAAAAAAII/9L1bRHcBM6M/s400/tatooo100_3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255183369161191778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Minha tatuagem,  um dragão oriental nas costas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;A palavra grega drakon, da qual derivam o latim draco e o português dragão, vem do verbo derkomai, "olhar", pois o papel do dragão é vigiar tesouros cobiçados. O fogo que soltam pela boca é sua arma." O Dragão é um animal milenar,  que significa vida longa para o seu portador.... ele tambem representa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;força, garra e determinação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" src="http://www.portaltattoo.com/forum/smileys/smiley2.gif" border="0" /&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/3422836492661527654-8870323004046650425?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8870323004046650425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=8870323004046650425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/8870323004046650425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/8870323004046650425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/minha-tatuagem-um-drago-oriental-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SO4pblxksWI/AAAAAAAAAII/9L1bRHcBM6M/s72-c/tatooo100_3674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-1636928504695028816</id><published>2008-10-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:01:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acontece que não tenho me sentido akecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mto menos a mulher mais amada desse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acontece que o encanto do inicio escorreu por entre minha mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tudo tem sido ignorado, incompreendido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pekenos detalhes, mas decisivos detalhes, detalhes esses inesquecíveis, e lembre-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; inesquecível não é sinonimo de bom, de especial. As vezes doloridos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acontece que sou sensível demais, e vc individualista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akele mundinho que era só nosso, ta esvaziando-se, ruindo talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vc me pede pra explicar o que se passa, como???? Se vc sabe o que se passa, e o que vc não tem passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca neguei minhas 'frescuras', pelo contrário sempre as assumi! Se é que romantismo é frescura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não nego e sou sensível ao extremo, por isso estou sempre mais exposta as coisas chatas da vida, aos ataques emocionais, que vc insiste em não perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-1636928504695028816?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1636928504695028816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=1636928504695028816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1636928504695028816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1636928504695028816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/acontece-que-no-tenho-me-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-7168056969127456978</id><published>2008-10-02T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:34:23.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SOTpErG85cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bFPBSw4rkJ8/s1600-h/SELOLEILADINIZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SOTpErG85cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bFPBSw4rkJ8/s200/SELOLEILADINIZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579331921470914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;= &gt; Do Blog da Cássia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada por cada segundo, por cada palavra confortante que vc dedicou a mim, principalmente ultimamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamais vou eskecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logo estaremos bem, mto bem. Pode apostar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apreciem ai &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://croha.zip.net"&gt;http://croha.zip.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-7168056969127456978?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/7168056969127456978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=7168056969127456978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/7168056969127456978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/7168056969127456978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-blog-da-cssia.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SOTpErG85cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bFPBSw4rkJ8/s72-c/SELOLEILADINIZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-7989691398687605901</id><published>2008-10-02T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:11:06.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SOTnLBuOACI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-wtbWOrEto0/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577242047709218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SOTnLBuOACI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-wtbWOrEto0/s200/vazio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Um vazio se instalou em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Sabe qd vc sabe, que falta alguma coisa, alguém sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não sei, só sei que falta algo.&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/3422836492661527654-7989691398687605901?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/7989691398687605901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=7989691398687605901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/7989691398687605901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/7989691398687605901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-vazio-se-instalou-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SOTnLBuOACI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-wtbWOrEto0/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-3913354581004063997</id><published>2008-10-01T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:03:29.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra paixãO =&gt; TatoO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SONwow0AxvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nfMziDWfbfU/s1600-h/tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SONwow0AxvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nfMziDWfbfU/s320/tattoos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252165436044265202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Por gentileza queiram &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desconsiderar&lt;/span&gt; a imagem de um time q &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;infelizmente&lt;/span&gt; aparece ai, na 1º foto =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pq aki é, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Corinthians!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gavioes.com.br/"&gt;www.gavioes.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bom vamos ao post, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:comic sans;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:comic sans;" &gt;Q saudade d vc amor. Mas hj tô mais animada, ontem vc estava bem melhor, rindo, falando, reclamando=D. Confesso q recarregou minhas baterias rs. Se pudesse toda tarde ia pra pertinho de vc, eu sei q vc sabe disso, sei q vc sente a força do meu amor, q te akece e me recompõe. Trabalho com a kbça em vc isso dá trabalho viu rs, o s2 então nossaa, nem eu sei o real estado dele. Eu não consigo enxergar o propósito disso tudo nas nossas vidas, mas sei q há um...  então rezo pra q tudo passae logo, pra q a gente possa tirar alguma coisa boa de tudo. Pra q tudo volte logo para o seu devido lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:comic sans;" &gt;Saudade, saudade e saudade!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-3913354581004063997?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3913354581004063997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=3913354581004063997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3913354581004063997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3913354581004063997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/tatoo-q-saudade.html' title='Outra paixãO =&gt; TatoO'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SONwow0AxvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nfMziDWfbfU/s72-c/tattoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-1455191667090248648</id><published>2008-10-01T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:39:01.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SONtiy3LnfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VtbprB5qhZ8/s1600-h/By+Rick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SONtiy3LnfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VtbprB5qhZ8/s200/By+Rick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252162034980330994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;= Do msn do Rick, pro meu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thank'S Empresarium =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&gt;&gt;d=r=i=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=c=$=O&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3422836492661527654-1455191667090248648?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1455191667090248648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=1455191667090248648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1455191667090248648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/1455191667090248648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-msn-do-rick-pro-meu-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SONtiy3LnfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VtbprB5qhZ8/s72-c/By+Rick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-2575653763537660388</id><published>2008-09-29T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:22:40.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho um &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt; maior do que eu, nunca sei minha altura, tenho o tamanho de um sonho. E o sonho escreve a minha vida que às vezes eu risco, rabisco, embolo e jogo debaixo da cama (pra descansar a alma e dormir sossegada). Coragem eu tenho um monte. Mas medo eu tenho poucos. Minha bagunça mora aqui dentro, pensamentos entram e saem, nunca sei aonde fui parar.  Perco o rumo, ralo o joelho, bato de frente com a cara na porta: sei aonde quero chegar, mesmo sem saber como. E vou. Sempre me pergunto quanto falta, se está perto, com que letra começa, se vai ter fim, se vai dar certo. Sempre pergunto se você está feliz, se eu estou linda, se eu vou ganhar estrelinha, se eu posso levar pra casa, se eu posso te levar pra mim, se o bife ficou salgado demais. Eu sou assim. Nada de meias-palavras. Já mudei, já aprendi, já fiquei de castigo, mas palavra é igual oração: tem que ser inteira senão perde a força.Sou criança crescida com contas para pagar. Trabalho igual gente grande, fico séria, traço metas. Mas quando chega a hora do recreio, aí vou eu... Faço bico, faço manha, choro quando dói, choro quando não dói. E eu amo. Amo igual criança. Amo com os olhos vidraaados, amo com todas as letras. A-M-O. Amo e invento. Sem restrições. Sem medo. Sem frases cortadas. Sem censura. Sem pudor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aiii respiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiira Adrianaaaaaaaaa&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/3422836492661527654-2575653763537660388?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2575653763537660388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=2575653763537660388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2575653763537660388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2575653763537660388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/tenho-um-s2-maior-do-que-eu-nunca-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-5940319597400597488</id><published>2008-09-26T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:55:19.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A menina mimada, ta triste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SN0v3dLFPeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m4c2u_xIOTw/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SN0v3dLFPeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m4c2u_xIOTw/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250405370354286050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toda minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os meus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os meus planos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu só sei dividir com vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hj é só meu, teu sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se apaga nem com o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hj estou sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivo a cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem a alegria de ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O teu sorriso fascinante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dá uma chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu choro toda noite ao lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo que o meu coração quer te falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra dizer o que eu sofri sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te dei minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te dei meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tantos desenganos eu sofri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sofri por gostar de vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre bincou com sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não respeitou o meu lamento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te dei meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesse amor profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sofro todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas cansei de esperar por vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Penso em nós dois a todo instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou adiante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu choro toda noite ao lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo o que meu coração quer te falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não dá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-5940319597400597488?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5940319597400597488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=5940319597400597488&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/5940319597400597488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/5940319597400597488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-das-minhas-paixes-tattoo.html' title='A menina mimada, ta triste...'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SN0v3dLFPeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/m4c2u_xIOTw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-9015186451571159097</id><published>2008-09-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:23:02.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A melancolia toma conta de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:comic sans;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SNpaWmgsgPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G3Bk4E0dUN4/s1600-h/DRICSOdricso7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SNpaWmgsgPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G3Bk4E0dUN4/s320/DRICSOdricso7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249607659995037938" border="0" /&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/3422836492661527654-9015186451571159097?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/9015186451571159097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=9015186451571159097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/9015186451571159097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/9015186451571159097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/melancolia-toma-conta-de-mim.html' title='A melancolia toma conta de mim...'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SNpaWmgsgPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G3Bk4E0dUN4/s72-c/DRICSOdricso7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4525499401791830056</id><published>2008-09-23T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:54:26.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acidente'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SNkQPFnZUUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tOQxmeLb5bg/s1600-h/dricso4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SNkQPFnZUUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tOQxmeLb5bg/s200/dricso4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244692068520258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mtas vezes acontecem coisas nas nossas vidas, que a gente se pergunta - mas pq cmg? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Essa pergunta me perturba, me entristece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Um vazio se instalou na minha vida, na sexta -feira retrasada eu estava rodeada de pessoas fantásticas, bebendo, fumando arguile, dançando... Já na outra um dolorido contrário: ao lado da emergência de um hospital, com o s2 apertado, os olhos transbordando... Torcendo pra ser um pesadelo, mas... Meu amor!! acidentado, com dores, mtas dores e eu ali tão paralisada, sem poder algum, sem poder chegar perto. A madrugada infinitamente perturbada, fria, só um cheiro de tinta fresca tava ali vendo minha agunia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E ai as pessoas me falam, de repente isso serve pra unir vcs... Como assim unir?? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sei que Deus escreve certo por linhas tortas, mas Deus me faz enxergar o propósito disso tudo logo? Esse acidente envolveu mta coisa, mtos sentimentos, mtas pessoas, mtas situações pequenas, propositais e inúteis. Na vdd uma falta de respeito, pq amizade pra mim, é acima de tudo RESPEITO, respeito pelas pessoas, por situações, mas blz pessoas imaturas, maldosas, etc existem, fato! Me testaram, e como não sou hipócrita, levanto minha cabeça e digo: eu venci, dinovo =] E quem estava do meu lado, me deu mtaaaaaa força, sem meus amigos isso seria impossivel. Venci os milhões de obstáculos que a vida insiste em por na minha frente, sabe ngm pode mais que o amor, ngm pode mais que ngm, cada pessoa tem seu lugar, cada uma tem exatamente o que merece. Vc meu amor,  me disse no dia em que vc saio do hospital, Obrigada! - Amor, por vc faria tudo, só eu sei como é doloroso te ver sofrendo, mas te adianto que estarei sempre ao seu lado, e como sei que existirão mais obstáculos, vou me preparando tá?! E tenho enxergado que se é que esse acidente serviu pra alguma coisa, como tantas pessoas dizem, foi apenas para organizar as coisas, organizar as pessoas. A minha insegurança, está segura. Tem mta coisa pra acontecer, mta maldade das pessoas, isso sempre né?! Mas, pode vir. Pode sim,  pq eu sou mais eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha autoconfiança, é verdadeira é de ADRIANA pra ADRIANA.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida está estagnada, tenho me sentindo sozinha... Vc ausente... eu fico triste demais!&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo me seguro no nosso futuro, que será próspero e feliz, mto feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;VidA volta logooooooooo&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/3422836492661527654-4525499401791830056?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4525499401791830056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4525499401791830056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4525499401791830056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4525499401791830056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/mtas-vezes-acontecem-coisas-nas-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SNkQPFnZUUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tOQxmeLb5bg/s72-c/dricso4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4521955351937259674</id><published>2008-09-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:33:00.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMk_WiwlIEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LIRCfn_2CeU/s1600-h/Violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMk_WiwlIEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LIRCfn_2CeU/s400/Violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244792897569890370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a target="_blank" name=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Não  ache q vc sabe qual é o efeito que tem sobre mim. não olhe pra mim desse  jeito... só me faz querer que vc esteja por perto sempre. não me beije assim tão  graciosamente, me faz querer mais um milhão de beijos seguidos. e não me toque  desse jeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" class="EC_SpellE" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tbm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;. faz com que  todos os outros abraços sejam pálidos e ocos. por favor não chegue tão perto, só  me faz querer que você esteja por perto para sempre. por favor não me olha  assim, seu olhar sussurra as coisas que você falaria. não tente me entender,  suas mãos já sabem demais. e quando vc olha nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="EC_GramE"&gt;meus olhos,  saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; que meu coração está em suas mãos. não há nada que eu consiga  entender. quando estou nos seus braços, vc tem o poder completo sobre mim. seja  gentil por favor, porque suas mãos estão no meu cabelo, mas meu coração está nos  seus dentes. e quero sempre estar perto de você, sempre estar perto de  você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Keria ter um botãozinho q ajustasse o meu jeito de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4521955351937259674?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4521955351937259674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4521955351937259674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4521955351937259674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4521955351937259674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-ache-que-vc-sabe-qual-o-efeito-que.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMk_WiwlIEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LIRCfn_2CeU/s72-c/Violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-8823588424828692688</id><published>2008-09-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:57:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMgJN9W25uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NxI2BvYDUow/s1600-h/lineNalineNa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMgJN9W25uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NxI2BvYDUow/s400/lineNalineNa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244451901486327522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMgJOJ8KeVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BQNjHxHyfBM/s1600-h/dripastel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMgJOJ8KeVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BQNjHxHyfBM/s400/dripastel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244451904864024914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;u quero dizer q amo vcs demais, viu? Não é à toa que essa amizade  permanece até hj.  Como diz akela música do Fundo: - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''...Quero chorar o seu choro, quero sorrir seu sorriso, valeu por vc existir amigo...''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vcs  sabem o  amor incondicional que sentimos uma pela outra. Estou com vcs e não abro. Pro q der e vier, indo e voltando, em cima e embaixo, assim somos nós.  Comigo tudo é intenso, sempre foi. &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Se é&lt;/span&gt; pra ser amigo,  tem q ser pra &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;descativar&lt;/span&gt; mesmo. Nada pelas beiradas  funciona comigo, tudo tem q ser &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;esculhambadamente&lt;/span&gt;  forte. Sou doida dentro da minha sensatez. Nunca fui mulher de &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;frescurite&lt;/span&gt;, muito menos pensar muito pra falar. Falo  palavrão, rio alto, falo alto e nunca me importei com a opinião alheia. Amo meus  amigos, todos eles. Só q, vcs são os q estão pertinho dando um suporte emocional indispensável, q compram minhas brigas, sentem minhas dores &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Eu amo  tanto, tanto, tanto! Mas cada um no seu quadrado, fazendo da  vida o q bem entender. Viajamos na maionese, falamos besteiras, decidimos estratégias não é? rsrs somos cúmplices,  somos ligados pra sempre. O q seria de mim sem vcs pra dar descarga no streess das nossas vidas? E o q seria de vcs sem eu, (lógico) essa amiga tão firme e forte ao seu  lado? Somos a casa e o botão.&lt;/em&gt; As coisas começam a mudar, vcs perceberam? Ficamos tão preocupados em provar para nós mesmos o valor e o significado da palavra "para sempre", q deixamos de sentir com o coração para sentir com a cabeça. De repente nos tocamos q toda a angústia, era uma simples desculpa do nosso cérebro para nos manter vivos. Abrimos os olhos e vemos q certas coisas são e certas coisas não. E uma hora ou outra aceitamos que nem tudo é como a gente imaginou que seria. E aprendemos a gostar. simplesmente. gostar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Amigos de vdd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Vcs me fazem feliz. E qd estou triste me fazem novamente feliz, e qd to errada? Me fazem ver q to errada e assim me fazem feliz dinovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Viver sem vcs seria um lacuna, "impreenchivel" na minha vida!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-8823588424828692688?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8823588424828692688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=8823588424828692688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/8823588424828692688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/8823588424828692688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-u-quero-dizer-q-amo-vcs-duas-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMgJN9W25uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NxI2BvYDUow/s72-c/lineNalineNa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-2566988630715064795</id><published>2008-09-10T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:01:05.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfOB9n8TII/AAAAAAAAADw/bbKP_rhEqxA/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfOB9n8TII/AAAAAAAAADw/bbKP_rhEqxA/s400/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244386824213515394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Como diz akela música do chiclete: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''...pode chover,  relampejar, trovão roncar, raio  cair...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que nossa amizade  continua ali, firme e forte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:11;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century;font-size:11;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3422836492661527654-2566988630715064795?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2566988630715064795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=2566988630715064795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2566988630715064795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2566988630715064795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-diz-akela-msica-do-chiclete.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfOB9n8TII/AAAAAAAAADw/bbKP_rhEqxA/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4880004312350896532</id><published>2008-09-10T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:24:10.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfKOgtOzqI/AAAAAAAAADo/I6tpF4SODWM/s1600-h/dricso6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfKOgtOzqI/AAAAAAAAADo/I6tpF4SODWM/s400/dricso6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244382641742859938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje, pensei em t escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra te contar q algo bom aconteceu, pra te perguntar como vc está, pra te falar de coisas sérias, pra te dizer besteiras, falar bobagens, planejar viagens...pra falarmos sem pressa, pra brincarmos de jogos, conversas, intenções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra te pegar de jeito, sem procurar a causa, sem explicar o efeito...Pra devolver o sol da tua boca, pra roubar flores dos teus lábios... pra te deitar na grama, te arrancando um beijo sob o céu, e sussurrar na tua pele o meu desejo mais intímo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra te revirar de cima a baixo, te mexer por dentro, criar rimas e climas só pra te irritar um pouco, e te excitar mais...Pra te provocar com meias palavras, e te ouvir dizer:”Vai começar?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te responder: “Vou sim, vou começar...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou começar e não vou te dar tempo, vou começar e, num beijo, vou interromper o teu ”To indo”, vou começar e vou te arrancar o desejo escondido naquilo em que dizes, e naquilo que realmente queres dizer...Vou começar e vou calar tua fala, vou começar e vou te ver como nunca, vou começar e vou ver como tua boca se comporta na minha, vou começar e vou escorregar por tua nuca... vou começar e vou te respirar,vou começar e vou te arrepiar em cheiros,vou começar e vou te devorar inteiro... vou começar, vou começar e vou terminar toda tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, eu pensei em te escrever pra te dizer que te amo de um jeito meio bobo, totalmente louco... de um jeito imaturo, inseguro, confuso, já nem sei como... acho mesmo que te amo é sem jeito... amor imperfeito... desse jeito mesmo, bem assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é  que EU TE AMO muito mais que eu possa escrever, muito mais que você possa entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quis te escrever apenas para que vc soubesse que sempre vou estar aqui, que sempre vou estar aí... até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em te dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, hoje, eu pensei te dizer essas coisas, desisti...Fechei os olhos, te trouxe pra mim, vc me sorriu... Não falei, mas vc entendeu...Puxou-me para teu gosto, apertou-me no teu rosto, colou teu corpo no meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiaram-se as vontades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoraram-se as fomes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo voltou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo girou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-E-V-A-G-A-R...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4880004312350896532?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4880004312350896532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4880004312350896532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4880004312350896532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4880004312350896532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje-pensei-em-t-escrever-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfKOgtOzqI/AAAAAAAAADo/I6tpF4SODWM/s72-c/dricso6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-7182040615133700905</id><published>2008-09-10T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:21:13.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfJu-Y2PTI/AAAAAAAAADg/xnvHfENtTPs/s1600-h/outra_flor_branca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfJu-Y2PTI/AAAAAAAAADg/xnvHfENtTPs/s400/outra_flor_branca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244382099954613554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="pid_21096824"&gt;&lt;dd class="caption" id="caption_21096824"&gt;Horas existem na vida da gente em que tudo se intensifica, horas estas em que estamos tão frágeis que a mínima coisa, e aquilo que talvez não tivesse importância em outro momento, mas nesse, justamente nesse, ganha uma dimensão descomunal, totalmente fora do normal, e nos deixa completamente tristes... Talvez seja a fragilidade deixada por uma saudade, fragilidade refletida no desejo interrompido, fragilidade sentida no “detalhe” não percebido, fragilidade até egoísta, fora de hora, sei lá... Mas, de toda e qualquer forma, fragilidade... Fragilidade do corpo que desaba, fragilidade da lágrima que rola, fragilidade do pensamento que não consola, fragilidade de algo que não acaba... fragilidade da alma que se esvai, do coração que aos pouco se vai... Fragilidade que deixa sem rumo e nos deixa na contramão, fragilidade que mergulha fundo e nos pega em cheio, bem no meio, dentro, no centro... da nossa solidão...! E o que fazer então? Talvez sentar e esperar, encolher o corpo, recolher a alma, e esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que isso tudo passe, que algo mude de novo dentro da gente, esperar que tudo volte a ser verdadeiro, esperar que nada nunca mais seja pela metade, acreditar que dessa vez tudo será por inteiro: alegria, tristeza, que seja, sorriso, lágrimas, dor... mas, sobretudo, e acima de tudo o AMOR... ! AMOR POR INTEIRO, AMOR VERDADEIRO, AMOR DO ÚNICO JEITO QUE PODE SER... AMOR... EU E VOCÊ...! Mas, se o amor existe, por que será que às vezes não basta? Por que assim, de repente,tudo se fecha a nossa frente e nos torna tão frágeis? Onde está o problema? Certamente, não é na falta do sentimento, que sabemos existir, não é pela falta, talvez pelo excesso, excesso de amor, excesso de querer, excesso de sentir... Melhor, então, dar um tempo, e esperar... esperar a calma, esperar a alma, deixar o coração voltar, deixar o corpo, na hora certa, se encontrar, e acontecer de novo em você...! Talvez só baste um gesto, uma única palavra, ou quem sabe apenas um olhar? Ou quem sabe simplesmente tudo aconteça, tudo passe tal qual como veio, e entre as pernas que agora abraço, na fragilidade que me enlaço, me chegue você, sem receio, me pegue pela mão, reavive o coração, e num beijo, entre meus seios e seu peito, apenas o desejo, e o amor feito no toque das mãos...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*05/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia horrível.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-7182040615133700905?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/7182040615133700905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=7182040615133700905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/7182040615133700905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/7182040615133700905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/horas-existem-na-vida-da-gente-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfJu-Y2PTI/AAAAAAAAADg/xnvHfENtTPs/s72-c/outra_flor_branca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-3103336113152698311</id><published>2008-09-10T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:17:06.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfIm_dsnZI/AAAAAAAAADY/PdEUYLEpOtA/s1600-h/DRIC%24O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfIm_dsnZI/AAAAAAAAADY/PdEUYLEpOtA/s400/DRIC%24O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244380863292808594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a noite fiquei pensando na minha vida, e só me fez perceber q nada dura pra sempre, mtas vezes as pessoas cansam, somem, dão um tempo. a gente não entende pq, não entendemos pq o amor acabou... mas a ordem natural das coisa é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘tudo passa’, ‘tudo é uma fase’&lt;/span&gt;, enfim uma experiência pra um futuro próximo, tudo vira lembrança. Pensar no meu último relacionamento então... tbm me faz ver q não éramos bons, não tínhamos o mínimo q o amor exige, e acabou. Acabou por falta de cumplicidade, falta de lealdade, por simplesmente o amor não existir ali. Sei q fiz tudo certo, se pequei foi por aceitar a falta de reciprocidade dele, o mínimo amor dele. Mas aprendi tanto... só q não adianta cada relacionamento tem seu brilho cada história é uma história. Temos q sermos felizes sozinho antes de tudo.temos q sermos felizes num sábado a noite sozinho no seu próprio quarto sem a mesquinhez, a futilidade da internet, pra dps tentarmos fazer alguém feliz. Qd a gente encontra alguém temos q separa as coisas, as vidas, essa história de um ‘somos um só’, pra mim é pura ilusão. Ninguém consegue viver a vida de ninguém, ninguém tem a senha da sua vida a senha para ‘apagar’ amigos indesejáveis, a vida é assim mesmo com todos esses tropeços necessários. Temos q entender q qd encontramos alguém nada mais é q um bônus q vida nos concedeu. Temos q nos entregar? Viver *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intensamente&lt;/span&gt;? Sim Claro!! Mas lembrar q qd acabar não devem existir lágrimas nem arrependimentos. Pq tudo era apenas um bônus da vida, nós não somos prefeitos por isso os amores acabam. Um dia a pessoa q vc tanto aprecia pode ir embora e pode até te dar explicações ou neeem! Isso não vai amenizar a dor, ela pode mudar de opinião sobre vc, pode mudar as prioridades dele, e vc nem estar incluso na nova etapa da vida dele. Ele não é sua vida, apenas vc é sua vida. Por isso que hj eu amo com toda a força, e faço tuuudo pra dps não me arrepender de não ter feito, sou exagerada ao extremo mas, LEAL CMG MESMO, aproveito cada minuto (tento!) pq o amor sempre acaba, sempre vai embora e te deix em cacos. Definitivamente não estamos preparados para o amor, não adianta teimar.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu sinta tudo isso pq desde criança aprendi q tudo passa, seja bom ou ruim mas, passa! Não queria q fosse assim, não queria ter medo de perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com raiva, chateada, irritada... mas passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*27/08/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-3103336113152698311?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3103336113152698311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=3103336113152698311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3103336113152698311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/3103336113152698311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/ontem-noite-fiquei-pensando-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfIm_dsnZI/AAAAAAAAADY/PdEUYLEpOtA/s72-c/DRIC%24O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-4726393875568823264</id><published>2008-09-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:08:58.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRii &gt; *C$O &gt; Pastel &gt; Marquinhos &gt; Vitor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfGbJ2RNRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_SvxGTqvmoA/s1600-h/pagei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfGbJ2RNRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_SvxGTqvmoA/s400/pagei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244378460898538770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PERFEITO !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-4726393875568823264?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4726393875568823264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=4726393875568823264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4726393875568823264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/4726393875568823264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/drii-co-pastel-marquinhos-vitor.html' title='DRii &gt; *C$O &gt; Pastel &gt; Marquinhos &gt; Vitor !'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfGbJ2RNRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_SvxGTqvmoA/s72-c/pagei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-2118317920865379114</id><published>2008-09-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:10:40.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma só palavra definiria mto bem essa foto: SAUDADE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfF2XfGncI/AAAAAAAAADI/F_WuxiauBzU/s1600-h/facul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfF2XfGncI/AAAAAAAAADI/F_WuxiauBzU/s400/facul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244377828904312258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pow, q saudade de vcs. qtas histórias vivemos, qtas vezes rimos qd não podia, qtas vezes nos ajudamos, qtas vezes brigamos rs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" id="pid_20775247"&gt;&lt;dd class="caption" id="caption_20775247"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo ta guardado no meu s2, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vcs sempre seram viips pra na minha vida! Qtas aulas não assistidas, qts sambas escutamos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e qd a gente se encontar tudo vai ser tããão perfeito!!! lembram dessa musik??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Na, a complicada e perfeitinha rsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ju, tão rapidinha rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ana, foda essa mina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ju, a mina das raves rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="caption" id="caption_20775247"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="caption" id="caption_20775247"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Roberta, tão "mãe", se fosse listar td o q aprendi com vc, fk minúscula a internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="caption" id="caption_20775247"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="caption" id="caption_20775247"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Fabinhuu, cheio das minas rsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Carlinhus, sempre pronto pra ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Raphinha, o mais metido, mais marrudo rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ricks, du pagode!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Clovis, o Clo Clo lembra? Rrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jeff, tão fiell a mina dele, essa foi sua marca registrada !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mta gente num ta na foto, mas kem é viip sabe q é!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAUDADE ABSURDA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-2118317920865379114?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2118317920865379114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=2118317920865379114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2118317920865379114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/2118317920865379114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-s-palavra-definiria-mto-bem-essa.html' title='Uma só palavra definiria mto bem essa foto: SAUDADE!!!!'/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfF2XfGncI/AAAAAAAAADI/F_WuxiauBzU/s72-c/facul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-6370848813096967824</id><published>2008-09-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:57:55.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfD887xIcI/AAAAAAAAADA/RmdhO_gvY3g/s1600-h/100_4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfD887xIcI/AAAAAAAAADA/RmdhO_gvY3g/s320/100_4565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244375743012610498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não goste do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;goste de alguém que te ame, alguém que te espere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;alguém que te compreenda, mesmo nos momentos de loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alguém que te ajude, que te guie, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que seja teu apoio, tua esperança, teu tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Goste de alguém que não te traia, que seja fiel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que sonhe contigo, que só pense em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Que pense no seu rosto, na tua delicadeza e espírito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e não no teu corpo e bens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Goste de alguém que te espere até o final, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;de alguém que seja o que você escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Goste de alguém que sofra junto a ti, que ria junto, que limpe tuas lágrimas e que te dê força depois de um fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Goste de alguém que volte para conversar com você depois das brigas, depois dos desencontros, de alguém que caminhe junto a ti, que seja companheiro, que respeite tuas fantasias, tuas ilusões. Goste de alguém que te ame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não goste apenas do amor, goste de alguém que sinta o mesmo por você!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[autor desconhecido]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3422836492661527654-6370848813096967824?l=iiintensamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/feeds/6370848813096967824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3422836492661527654&amp;postID=6370848813096967824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/6370848813096967824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3422836492661527654/posts/default/6370848813096967824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iiintensamente.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-goste-do-amor-goste-de-algum-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>-:-Intensa-:-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363172924269741762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SZWqD1cGDYI/AAAAAAAAARo/D1U36KbKInc/S220/DSC01054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMfD887xIcI/AAAAAAAAADA/RmdhO_gvY3g/s72-c/100_4565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422836492661527654.post-8060202219302082952</id><published>2008-09-10T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:05:37.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMe9fGWo-UI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hevce-w31Cw/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4PwpWZWKUU/SMe9fGWo-UI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hevce-w31Cw/s320/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244368633075398978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Nome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Adriana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Que dia é hoje: 10/09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Que horas são: 09:12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sonooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Quantidade de velas no seu último bolo de aniversário: Duas =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 .Furos nas orelhas: 2 em cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Tatuagens: Algumas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Piercings: Tragos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Já foi à África?: Nk pensei em ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Já ficou bêbado?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Nuncaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Já chorou por alguém?: Ahhh somos mortais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro? Já, foi foda, nem gosto d lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. Música Preferida: Muitas muitas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cerveja ou Champanhe?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vodka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. Metade, cheio ou vazio?: Cheio, bem cheio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados?: Lisos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Filme preferido: Meu 1º amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17. Flores: Cravos vermelhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Coca-Cola simples ou com gelo: Apenas COCA-COLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. Quem dos teus amigos vive mais longe e onde: A Re... no Japão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Melhor amigo(a): Amigas tenho algumas, mas... minha melhor amiga, são minhas idéias, minha agenda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21. Quantas vezes você deixa tocar o telefone antes de atender: Respondo o nextel imediatamente, né amor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;22. Qual a figura do seu mouse pad: Não uso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;23. CD preferido: Muitos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Mulher Bonita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Ah eu acho isso msm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;25. Homem bonito: O meu namoriiido !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pior sentimento do mundo: Piores a inveja, a falsidade e a mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;27. Melhor sentimento do mundo: O Amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. O que uma pessoa não pode ser para ficar com você: Desleal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Qual o primeiro pensamento ao acordar?: Merda! Atrasada de novo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Se pudesse ser outra pessoa, quem seria: Eu mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;31. Algo que você nunca tiraria de você: Nada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. O que é que você tem debaixo da cama: Por enquanto nada rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;33. Uma frase: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘Nunca amei ngm do modo q amo a mim msm”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Qual livro você está lendo: A menina q roubava livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;35. Uma saudade: Da faculdade (saudade absurda)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Uma característica: São tantas, quem conhece sabe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Um lugar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; MARESIAS !!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Amor Incondicional?: Família.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Falta no mundo: Reciprocidade aos sentimentos bons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Corinthians !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;41. Magoa de alguém: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;42. Viagem inesquecível: Será inesquecível, ir em Maresias com o Cássio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Uma essência: ChocoOMentaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. O que te tira do sério?: iii melhor nem falar, pq o blog é publico e mtaa gente vai ler kkkk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;45. Foi legal responder? 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