<?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-859624475143613776</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:11:02.314-07:00</updated><category term='meu dia'/><title type='text'>My Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-6541064882437088596</id><published>2009-07-31T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:35:25.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2008/016/f/d/Scene_kid_by_Mrs_CloudStrife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 477px" alt="" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs23/300W/i/2008/016/f/d/Scene_kid_by_Mrs_CloudStrife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859624475143613776-6541064882437088596?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/6541064882437088596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/6541064882437088596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/6541064882437088596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-7893349301736934919</id><published>2009-07-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:59:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/35/37/114/jpgude/1174950512_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://sp3.fotologs.net/photo/35/37/114/jpgude/1174950512_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;O amor chegou, invadiu meu peito, me mostrou que de verdade pra tudo tem um jeito, que basta acreditar, viver não é sonhar, o improvável pode acontecer, e por mais difícil que seja, temos que viver, a cada anoitecer, e quando dia dia nascer, a vida tá passando o tempo tá acabando, e temos que saber o que é certo a se fazer... temos que saber amar, não, temos apenas que esperar, procurar o amor é errado, não se encontra o amor, se acha quando não está a procura, ele vem sem avisar... o amor da minha vida... ele já chegou me mostrou o que era amor e nunca mais eu vou deixar ele fugir de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mark                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minha vidinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIJwLUXV6NA/SYT4vTNmP0I/AAAAAAAAACg/KYuaBIJ7g_M/s400/10448488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIJwLUXV6NA/SYT4vTNmP0I/AAAAAAAAACg/KYuaBIJ7g_M/s400/10448488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/859624475143613776-7893349301736934919?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/7893349301736934919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-chegou-invadiu-meu-peito-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/7893349301736934919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/7893349301736934919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-chegou-invadiu-meu-peito-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIJwLUXV6NA/SYT4vTNmP0I/AAAAAAAAACg/KYuaBIJ7g_M/s72-c/10448488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-8685796181214303207</id><published>2009-05-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:03:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O que eu sinto nesse momento não tem&lt;br /&gt;explicação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;é a pior dor que eu já pude&lt;br /&gt; sentir, é um vazio que invade o meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;tomando de conta de todo meu ser, eu já&lt;br /&gt;não sei mais o que posso dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fazer... eu não aguento ficar longe de você&lt;br /&gt;nem por um segundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;imagine ter que aguentar&lt;br /&gt;a vida inteira ser te ver, sem poder alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;o brilho do seu olhar, onde me perco, tentando&lt;br /&gt;me buscar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;eu não vou conseguir viver com essa&lt;br /&gt; tortura, de saber que a culpada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;de te perder fui&lt;br /&gt;eu, a culpada por todo esse sofrimento fui eu,&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;conseguir te ver como um passado&lt;br /&gt;nunca, por que eu te quero, no meu presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;e no meu futuro, eu te quero como nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada em minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nada pode ser mais&lt;br /&gt;precioso pra mim do que você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;não existe,&lt;br /&gt;não existe motivo pra viver sem ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;essas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; que escorrem dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;são a minha dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;expressas de uma forma&lt;br /&gt;que você possa entender, eu não te culpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;pelo meu sofrimento continuo... Na verdade&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho que te agradecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;você me deu mais&lt;br /&gt;tempo com você do que eu precisava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;mais tempo do que eu merecia. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859624475143613776-8685796181214303207?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/8685796181214303207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-eu-sinto-nesse-momento-nao-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/8685796181214303207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/8685796181214303207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-eu-sinto-nesse-momento-nao-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-8383461793181870862</id><published>2009-04-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:07:45.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu dia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ultimamente, tenho pensado na vida mais que o normal&lt;br /&gt;tomar decisões no momento tá sendo muito&lt;br /&gt;complicado saber o que fazer, e quando fazer&lt;br /&gt;nem se fale, é extremamente chato&lt;br /&gt;saber que tudo um dia tem que ter um fim, é&lt;br /&gt;realmente é triste saber que estamos vivendo&lt;br /&gt;em vão se tudo tem fim, por que continuar&lt;br /&gt;então? se nada disso vai ser infinito e eterno,&lt;br /&gt; viver é uma bobagem, mais temos que viver pra&lt;br /&gt;morrermos um dia, pode achar que é bobagem&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso, mais é o que estou sentindo agora,&lt;br /&gt;não sei se estou no meu estado normal, mais&lt;br /&gt;não me sinto assim... em alguns momentos&lt;br /&gt;pensamos em desistir, mais pra quê? tudo tem&lt;br /&gt;que acontecer dessa forma e essa não seria a próxima&lt;br /&gt; fase dessa sequência, não posso acabar tudo assim&lt;br /&gt;não tenho esse direito, ninguém tem, eu queria&lt;br /&gt;explicar o que sinto mais não existem palavras tão&lt;br /&gt; fortes, capazes de transmitir essa dor eu simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;não sei mais  que caminho seguir, é como se na minha&lt;br /&gt; frente só houvesse  a escuridão, e mesmo assim eu&lt;br /&gt;precisasse continuar caminhando mesmo sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;sem destino, e sem saber onde isso tudo vai dar acho&lt;br /&gt; que deu pra entender mais ou menos como me sinto&lt;br /&gt; alguem no meu lugar, que estivesse se&lt;br /&gt;sentindo como eu o que faria?&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pequeninapoesias.com.br/imagens9_armando/triste_imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.pequeninapoesias.com.br/imagens9_armando/triste_imagem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859624475143613776-8383461793181870862?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/8383461793181870862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultimamente-tenho-pensado-na-vida-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/8383461793181870862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/8383461793181870862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultimamente-tenho-pensado-na-vida-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-781892638288739791</id><published>2009-03-28T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:21:21.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utgxM9v4lKY/SIy81eh4rsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-dZeuoht2ts/s400/coracao_partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utgxM9v4lKY/SIy81eh4rsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-dZeuoht2ts/s400/coracao_partido.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;é aquele que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; o seu limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resistência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;, aquele que mesmo com tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;não tem a capacidade de ser esquecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;É preciso morrer de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;para poder começar a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/859624475143613776-781892638288739791?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/781892638288739791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-verdadeiro-amor-e-aquele-que-excede-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/781892638288739791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/781892638288739791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-verdadeiro-amor-e-aquele-que-excede-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utgxM9v4lKY/SIy81eh4rsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-dZeuoht2ts/s72-c/coracao_partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-6450983566795505690</id><published>2009-03-27T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:25:23.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoje eu percebo o quanto fui tola por acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nessa historia de castelo encantado, e amor eterno, nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;disso existe são coisas muito surreais... promessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;não deveriam ser feitas jamas, por ninguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ninguem nunca é capaz de jurar uma coisa e até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;das suas vidas ser assim, prometer o amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;deveria ser crime, o amor pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ter o poder de destruir alguem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/859624475143613776-6450983566795505690?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/6450983566795505690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-percebo-o-quanto-fui-tola-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/6450983566795505690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/6450983566795505690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-percebo-o-quanto-fui-tola-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-859624475143613776.post-4411353875805280387</id><published>2009-03-27T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:20:38.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu dia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/Sc1RMYv_rBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zD2KeVfiOFM/s1600-h/RosaCorrente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/Sc1RMYv_rBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zD2KeVfiOFM/s320/RosaCorrente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996008238459922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha vida, basicamente é uma historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheia de falhas, um livro mofado&lt;br /&gt;abandonado, o cenário da minha vida é um quarto&lt;br /&gt;escuro e trancado... e a cada dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;vejo que não pode ficar pior, nada nessa&lt;br /&gt;desgraça me atrai, talvez eu nem esteja vivendo&lt;br /&gt;de verdade, será que é um sonho? mais quando&lt;br /&gt;vou acordar? quando morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/859624475143613776-4411353875805280387?l=memoriasdanick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/feeds/4411353875805280387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-vida-basicamente-e-uma-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/4411353875805280387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/859624475143613776/posts/default/4411353875805280387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdanick.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-vida-basicamente-e-uma-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Freak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06791690203062719299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/SdTNV5oM39I/AAAAAAAAAEs/wXLuVZ5DHFo/S220/ATgAAABQrqiJJVwAP6qpFKFLwVShueePqpy1Ol6nzdzgzOJmqA_9C_XraWyFkm2dHwq8NOgFZ8nzSQxOYsA_FXfOn6ykAJtU9VDwrf-8Bty5lcXFwKeUtlbNx4sNgw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGVRGhLcdoQ/Sc1RMYv_rBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zD2KeVfiOFM/s72-c/RosaCorrente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
