<?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-1958422364541939049</id><updated>2012-01-25T00:09:14.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai dit oui pour la vie...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-4542813851865878090</id><published>2010-04-04T02:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:24:30.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tempão que não passo aqui hein???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juro que vou tentar dar mais passadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que elas nao sejam semestrais... Beijosss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-4542813851865878090?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4542813851865878090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=4542813851865878090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4542813851865878090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4542813851865878090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tempao-que-nao-passo-aqui-hein-juro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8000427060858066695</id><published>2010-01-29T00:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:33:40.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ando com saudades de te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de estar em teus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de sentir o teu cheiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;É difícil&lt;/span&gt; pois &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me despedi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;não era pra ser assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me disse nem adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e agora como eu fico??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lembrando de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sempre que escuto aquela musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;olhar nos teus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sentir tuas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ver o teu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;isso tudo faz falta e eu nem sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; de entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; volta pra sanar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saudades sem tamanho de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;precisava ouvir tua voz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;preciso de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8000427060858066695?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8000427060858066695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8000427060858066695' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8000427060858066695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8000427060858066695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2010/01/ando-com-saudades-de-te-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6513098349055408885</id><published>2009-11-08T00:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:00:15.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Hoje eu to me sentindo em outro mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Não sei bem explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Acho que estou presa em algum lugar por ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Vagando em meu inconsciente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Tentando me entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Talvez isso passe e eu melhore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Talvez todo este sentimento que há em mim... Saia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Eu não quero mais ter raiva ou rancor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Acho que tudo isso deve ser perdoado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Talvez nós consigamos nos perdoar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Falar coisas horríveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Tentar fugir ou esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Isso não muda tudo o que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Você pode não ter querido me magoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Mas o fez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Da mesma forma que eu também o fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Não vou procurar me esconder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Agora não... eu sempre me escondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Fujo... e me iludo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Talvez nós tenhamos nos calado demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);font-family:Brush Script MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Talvez tenhamos esperado demais um do outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6513098349055408885?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6513098349055408885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6513098349055408885' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6513098349055408885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6513098349055408885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-eu-to-me-sentindo-em-outro-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-4637145634869417635</id><published>2009-10-31T02:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:47:18.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu sou sua luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sou os olhos que te ajudam a enxergar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sou a boca que te ajuda a propagar todo este amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sou mãos e braços prontos para poder afagar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sou pés e pernas que te guiam nos caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Talvez nós procuremos a amor no lugar errado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Talvez a gente sinta tudo e negue tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Talvez nossos sonhos, não sejam os melhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Talvez nossas musicas não sejam as mais melódicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem sabe tudo o que vivemos seja parte de uma irrealidade infantil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem sabe se os nossos abraços não sirvam mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem sabe nossos sorrisos não sejam tão verdadeiros como queríamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quem sabe toda a felicidade que vivemos juntos não passou de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NA realidade os sonhos que buscamos, são resultados de sorrisos e lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;São frutos de esforços e verdades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Vem da esperança de sermos melhores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não ser melhor que você e sim ser melhor com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;E agora eu rezo e espero que os meus sorrisos, os meus abraços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Os meus olhos, sempre te guiem pelos melhores caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Que eu possa te levar a felicidade com o meu cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:16pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que meu sorriso baste pra que isto seja selado eternamente!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);font-family:Billo;font-size:18pt;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-4637145634869417635?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4637145634869417635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=4637145634869417635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4637145634869417635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4637145634869417635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-sou-sua-luz-sou-os-olhos-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6492560001787745741</id><published>2009-10-30T00:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:59:38.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" xmlns="" &gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje eu fiquei pensando o quão longe fui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quantas experiências tive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quantas foram boas, quantas foram ruins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se escolhi certo ou se simplesmente me escondi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;talvez eu venha vivendo exatamente como eu queira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também sei que não estou só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que quando precisar terei pessoas por perto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu não saiba o que quero realmente pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talvez tenha me decepcionado demais com tudo o que estou vendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talvez meu mundo não seja tão azul assim, como eu imaginei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talvez as pessoas que me cerquem não sejam tão boas o quanto  esperei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As vezes dar um passo de volta, não significa regredir... cair... fugir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As vezes dar este passo possa ser a salvação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; talvez a palavra SALVAÇÃO não seja a mais adequada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por que nem todos a querem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pelo menos não agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dia quando eu voltar ao meu normal, talvez eu possa dizer exatamente o que tudo isso significa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não que esteja diferente, talvez esteja mais pensativa, precisando mais ouvir a mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6492560001787745741?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6492560001787745741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6492560001787745741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6492560001787745741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6492560001787745741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/talvez.html' title='Talvez...'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-5371307818582776658</id><published>2009-08-26T01:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:33:19.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SpS6bUDFbEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tq0AQaUbtLs/s1600-h/flog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SpS6bUDFbEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tq0AQaUbtLs/s320/flog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374125233760726082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como diria um famoso pintor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Meu jardim só eu sei como é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto eu o pinto como o vejo!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores do meu jardim, foi eu que plantei,e me orgulho disso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas algumas ervas daninhas, se infiltraram em meio as flores.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas foram apodrecendo e com o tempo murchando,&lt;br /&gt;perdendo sua beleza natural.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de mais algum tempo cuidando delas, eu as reguei,&lt;br /&gt;as alimentei, mas parece que nada adiantou, aquelas ervas daninhas&lt;br /&gt;as corroeram por dentro;&lt;br /&gt;lutei o quanto pude, mas aquelas flores atingidas, nao resistiram,se foram, morreram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unica coisa que me conforta é saber, que as flores que nao foram atingidas pelas daninhas, continuam em meu jardim. E agora elas já dão novas flores, trazem novos aromas, novas cores, novos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah e as daninhas? Morreram, no meu jardim já nao vivem mais,&lt;br /&gt;devem estar por outros jardins, murchando outras flores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu? Continuo regando, plantando e espalhando as flores mais belas, os melhores aromas, as cores mais vibrantes pelo mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O post de hj, é dedicado com todo o meu carinho e amor, a VIVIANEEEEE PINHEIROOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a flor do dia... que eu aprendi a amar em velocidade 100000000000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah vc... tudo de bom... SAUDE PAZ AMOR... pq o resto??? corremos atras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMO TUUUUUU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEIJAOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao som de CANTAR FAZ FELIZ O CORAÇÃO - ROUPA NOVA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-5371307818582776658?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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torto, incerto&lt;br /&gt;estrada verdadeira, direta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos vão e vem,&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo eles indo eu não esqueço&lt;br /&gt;você marcou, ficou,gamou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode ir, mas volte&lt;br /&gt;volte logo, porque saudades também dói...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-3243050077024264001?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3243050077024264001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=3243050077024264001' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3243050077024264001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3243050077024264001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-existe-cansaco-se-existe-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-901540876832503953</id><published>2009-07-20T03:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:18:08.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SmQL9cn7ytI/AAAAAAAAANE/jMk5p9jTIrw/s1600-h/9212072585795.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360422606761347794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SmQL9cn7ytI/AAAAAAAAANE/jMk5p9jTIrw/s320/9212072585795.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me deixe entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Como vc entrou na minha&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo cada parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me tomando por inteira&lt;br /&gt;Me deixando despida,&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer vontade própria.&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver inteiramente isto&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei oq é exatamente&lt;br /&gt;Deveria ter gratidão&lt;br /&gt;Deveria ser verdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde será que se encontra tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Como poderei ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Não vou negar, você já faz parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-901540876832503953?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/901540876832503953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=901540876832503953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/901540876832503953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/901540876832503953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia em que era pra ser...&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos intensamente...&lt;br /&gt;E aquela lembrança esta guardada,&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre, nas entranhas, com verdade, com veracidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em mim ficou o que há de melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele DIA marcou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que ficou podem parecer restos.&lt;br /&gt;Restos de encontros, de desencontros, de vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcas de amor, de sofrimento, de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Riscos e rabiscos, letras e fonemas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; nada se encaixa e tudo se encontra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida é o fim e morte é começo...&lt;br /&gt;Somos o começo de tudo e o fim do nada, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos as diferenças e as igualdades.&lt;br /&gt;Somos as mentiras misturadas com verdades.&lt;br /&gt;Somos os sonhos mais reais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; e os pesadelos que não assustam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos um com o outro, o outro com o um...&lt;br /&gt;Somos o céu, o mar, a terra,&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos entre a luz e a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos entre o caminho e a perdição.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos cada DIA, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na esperança que o próximo chegue.&lt;br /&gt;E todos os DIAS esperamos viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tempinho sem postar ne???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fazer oq!!! falta de inspiração é osso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Este ai fiz pra um trabalho spero que gostem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ao som de Italo e Renno - Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amigas lindas amo-as bem muitaoooo kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-4846459304859331575?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4846459304859331575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=4846459304859331575' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4846459304859331575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4846459304859331575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-dia-o-dia-em-que-era-pra-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-3375452736455630011</id><published>2009-03-29T23:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:41:10.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quanto tempo irei demorar a entender que a felicidade nao existe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que sao devaneios de uma mente que clama por ter lapsos sem a tristeza aparente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tristeza nao vai embora, ela se esconde por tras da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;felicidade vai embora e muitas vezes nao volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando ela bate a porta, muitas vezes insistimos em nao abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e assim com ela vai o resto de vida, de amor, de essencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Olhar sem brilho, boca sem sorriso, mãos geladas, corpo sem vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;INERTE... é assim que me sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não espere por sanidade aparente, nada disso é real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha vida nao é real... a sua tb nao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;felicidade é condicional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tristeza motivacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;entenda, se vc nao é trsite vc nao é normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depoois de muito tempo acabo escrevendo coisas tristes, me sinto assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depressiva, amarga, distante, triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amiga liga não, eu aprendo um dia!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-3375452736455630011?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3375452736455630011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=3375452736455630011' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3375452736455630011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3375452736455630011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/03/quanto-tempo-irei-demorar-entender-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8021888420063638972</id><published>2009-01-28T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:52:01.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tudo que era pra ser dito&lt;br /&gt;Já foi dito como os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;E visto pela boca...&lt;br /&gt;Sentido nos braços e abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Vivido com a alma!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Você fez a minh'alma renascer, rejuvenescer&lt;br /&gt;Brotar de onde só havia cinzas...&lt;br /&gt;Me fez caçar borboletas por todos os cantos&lt;br /&gt;Me trouxe felicidade intensa...&lt;br /&gt;Amor de sobra... que se expande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8021888420063638972?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8021888420063638972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8021888420063638972' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8021888420063638972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8021888420063638972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/01/tudo-que-era-pra-ser-dito-ja-foi-dito.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-7190341407364220137</id><published>2009-01-24T03:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:51:29.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teu sorriso ilumina minh'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de tal forma que nao entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;qual tamanho do poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que exerce sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ainda fico pensando se posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;recusar qualquer pedido teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se tenho vida sem você ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ja nao me importa se as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que diziam gostar de mim, nao gostam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não me importa se elas sao falsas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha vida ta tao boa contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que elas sao meros coadjuvantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu vejo teus olhos brilharem mais que as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;todos os dias teus olhos sorriem mais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos os dias teu sorriso me faz mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos os dias tenho o sol a me iluminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E você me acompanhando sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuas mãos me guiando pelos caminhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teus pés me levando pela estrada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E eu?? vivendo um sonho lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no mais infinito Céu estelar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;meu iôiô, so pq vc brigou que tava triste!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas eu quero meu Marido viu???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ao som de &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Victor &amp;amp; Leo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amizades são aquelas que construimos lado a lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;com vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;com entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;com verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E gosto nao se discute!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-7190341407364220137?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7190341407364220137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=7190341407364220137' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7190341407364220137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7190341407364220137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/01/teu-sorriso-ilumina-minhalma-de-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8345907772461258988</id><published>2009-01-12T02:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:11:06.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas sempre voltam  e o seu jardim sou EU..!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SWreGZzIOyI/AAAAAAAAALs/vxGHF7JquNM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290284913885985570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SWreGZzIOyI/AAAAAAAAALs/vxGHF7JquNM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainnn a felicidade!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pq será que com tao pouco nos satisfazemos hein???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu estou numa fase tão gostosa familia, amigos, facul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Td bem falta um amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas é pouco diante e tudo que venho recebendo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entao nao preciso me preocupar com isso agora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;preciso viver mais... pensar menos... ser eu!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois que eu abri os olhos pra como eu estava vivendo minha vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;descobri que nem toda a felicidade vc encontra em um só lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vc encontra o amor, do lado, em cima, embaixo, atras, na frente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ser feliz depende de tao pouco... basta tao pouco... é so abrir um sorriso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pq o proximo? já é gargalhada!!!! kkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem o diga sao as marmotas que me envolvi!!!! estas meninas sao lokas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;novo FC, PELO AMOR DE DEUS, AMAMOS JORGIM &amp;amp; TETEUS...kkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como é mesmo a musica deles???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evan: Borboletas sempre voltam e o seu jardim sou eu!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas: NÃO É ESSA NAO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evan: tem que ser vc, sem pq, sem pra que!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas: TB NÃO EVINHAAAA, ISSO É VICTOR E LEO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu: mas oq eles cantam mesmo hein??? kkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o melhor é ir pro hotel tirar foto com eles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eles sao tao grandes que a gente se perde neles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a ida a Tv Diario??? Biquini Cavdao tao pertooooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o walney haidar??? haidar oq mesmo hein SARAH?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tenho é medo deste povo... por isso quero é morrer amiga delas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o tio do mucuras, nao foi legal... mas EU NEM QUERIA MESMO NE?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FDS??? PERFEITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;melhor seria impossivel as aventuras de sabado a noite... show do Bikini de gratis... parque do cocô (so indo la pra entender)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sagas e mais sagas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e uma noite muito longa... com um DR maior ainda!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver??? eu to vivendo... vivendo muito bem... não to me arriscando nao!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to sendo feliz... da minha forma... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e vc?? se quiser vem comigo... o EVAMOVEL, sempre cabe mais um!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor e felicidade se encontra no pouco, nao é preciso se privar nao!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BASTA APENAS AMAR!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu amo cada ser que me cerca!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEIJOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8345907772461258988?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8345907772461258988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8345907772461258988' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8345907772461258988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8345907772461258988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2009/01/borboletas-sempre-voltam-e-o-seu-jardim.html' title='Borboletas sempre voltam  e o seu jardim sou EU..!!!!'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SWreGZzIOyI/AAAAAAAAALs/vxGHF7JquNM/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-1322687124937702371</id><published>2009-01-01T01:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:28:56.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVxGUHEZyMI/AAAAAAAAALk/vp0IDRbsXhY/s1600-h/a+lua+e+o+mar+-+versÃ£o+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286177373934962882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVxGUHEZyMI/AAAAAAAAALk/vp0IDRbsXhY/s320/a%2Blua%2Be%2Bo%2Bmar%2B-%2Bvers%C3%A3o%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;As palavras que querem sair da minha boca hoje,&lt;br /&gt;nao sao mais de raiva, por me importar demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj eu quero soltar letras que se encaixem de uma maneira simples e amavel...&lt;br /&gt;que meus amores sejam os melhores, que o ano seja perfeito, pelo simples fato de eu estar me tranformando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tudo oq escrevo nao fique solto... que nao sejam palavras jogada ao vento...&lt;br /&gt;que eu possa realmente viver, bem, feliz, comigo mesma, sme me importar com oq pensam ou deixam de pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer??? claro... sofrimento faz parte do crescimento, mas sofrer amando é melhor, sofrer vivendo, sme me esgueirar é melhor ainda... viver sendo eu mesma e pouco me importando pro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que minha palavras possam mover montanhas, que todo dia eu possa acender a luz na minha vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que minha boca e a tua se encontrem, assim como a lua e o mar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nossas vidas se esbarrem bastante, e que sejamos felizes sme nos importar com quem não nos ama!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-1322687124937702371?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVxGUHEZyMI/AAAAAAAAALk/vp0IDRbsXhY/s72-c/a%2Blua%2Be%2Bo%2Bmar%2B-%2Bvers%C3%A3o%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-572642613549025758</id><published>2008-12-30T03:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:09:17.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVm62KF7J3I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZIxES5A5WoQ/s1600-h/mudancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285461077280892786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVm62KF7J3I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZIxES5A5WoQ/s320/mudancas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudanças são boas???&lt;br /&gt;Eu que o diga, hj entendi oq a Nick passou uns 8 meses me dizendo...&lt;br /&gt;Que beleza exterior não é tudo, que eu ficar remoendo minhas historias do passado só irão fazer mal a mim mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Que ficar com raiva de pessoas idiotas que não merecem uma lagrima minha, não vai adiantar...&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer adianta em me afastar daqueles que eu amo, e que lutei muito pra ter este relacionamento que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não... agora é basta... será apenas desta vez hora de crescer, ser mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de esperar que o mundo caia nas pernas e que tudo é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Deu... daqui pra frente vou ser diferente... vou ser feliz e me importar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu li só um trecho de uma entrevista do Pe. Fabio de Melo, pro site da Canção Nova (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cancaonova.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.cancaonova.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) e vi que o meu sofrimento do depende de mim mesma... e que pra vencer depende mais de mim ainda, ele lançou um livro sobre isso... depois pesquiso o nome e coloco aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vc que lê pensa assim... do que esta menina esta sofrendo???&lt;br /&gt;Vida boa, não faz nada, tem amigos, realmente tenho tudo isso, e tava me esquivando de ser feliz por bobagens...&lt;br /&gt;1º minhas bobagens, depois ficar com raiva de coisas tão pequenas, mas o melhor de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;É ligar o FODA-SE e ser feliz, pq esperar que os outros me façam feliz não dá né?&lt;br /&gt;A vida não funciona assim, e a partir de hoje só vou buscar a felicidade onde eu sei que vou ficar bem... onde não vou ser mais ranzinza, onde não ficarei remoendo besteiras, onde eu sei que sempre vou ter um abraço bom... uma palavra de apoio, um ombro amigo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Família e meus Amigos são tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz 2009 pra todos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-572642613549025758?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/572642613549025758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-685323451893354492</id><published>2008-12-30T02:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:32:10.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Este ano foi cheio de surpresas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ganhei diversas pedras preciosas, e perdi estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aconteceu de maneira inexplicavel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;simplesmente aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;estrelas que cairam e hj estão mais parecidas com pó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;novas estrelas hão de surgir todo dia todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eu hei de ver estas estrelas iluminando minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e aquelas primeiras estao indo embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sendo varridas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;infelizmente, e nao há nada de acaso nos separando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;há céu, há terras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;há desilusão, há bobagens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;elas nao fazem mais parte do meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hoje sao apenas cometas que cairam e nao tem mais luz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o amor que eu sentia em ve-las brilhar se acabou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como o brilho delas que fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e estrela sem brilho nao serve pra nada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que nao esta no céu brilhando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sao insignificantes estrelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, estrelas serão sempre estrelas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-685323451893354492?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/685323451893354492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=685323451893354492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/685323451893354492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/685323451893354492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/este-ano-foi-cheio-de-surpresas_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-72194200894742673</id><published>2008-12-24T00:47:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:17:13.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu sou a pessoa mais chata que existe nesta epoca simplesmente detesto o Natal...&lt;br /&gt;não pq acho uma data comercial, mas eu sou antissocial mesmo, chata pacas... o verdadeiro sentido do Natal está perdido por ai... Mas sim o natal virou sinonimo de gastar dinheiro oq pra mim é bem facil ne???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... unica coisa boa acho que a gente percebe quem é amigo de verdade, quem lhe atura pq nao tem outro jeito...&lt;br /&gt;e este ano eu pude perceber o quao sou querida por alguns, e mais querida ainda por outros... nao é mesmo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu ando triste com oq tem acontecido em minha vida, e se por um lado 2008 foi um ano massa, feito um balanço bem rapido, percebi que tive perdas irreparaveis, ZAC e JUNIOR , meus dois amores infinitos. So Deus sabe a falta que eles me fazem, e o quao doloroso ta sendo escrever isso, as lagrimas nao querem parar. pq por eles, eu nao tenho vergonha de chorar, os amo e nao vou esquecer, mesmo tendo o Bruce e o JJ, nao é a mesma coisa... eles sao unicos, os unicos que ficavam comigo por horas, que me entendiam.... nao posso dizer que me amavam pq é mentira... Eles ainda me amam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283214600813405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVG_sBGj45I/AAAAAAAAAJY/eMDwqLNdQvk/s320/amores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eles sao muito importantes pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem voltando... este ano eu comecei a Faculdade de Design que tanto adoro, fui aos meus primeiros shows do EVA, conheci gente nova da facul... e o melhor ganhei minhas melhores amigas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo bem eu morro de saudades das outras... mas elas sao especiais, sei lá... foi identificação na hora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudex, Quel,Lulu, Déa, nao esqueci de nenhuma, so que a distancia nos afasta, mas o amor continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Sarah, Thais, Neide, Bia, Rachel, Ceiça amigas que ganhei graças a uma certa banda ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283219031384428226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVHDt6RAjsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dlPV9W8TKYY/s320/amigas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sao especiais... me aturam, acho que me amam pelo menos um decimo do que amo elas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não vou ficar fazendo declaraçoes a elas, pq sempre que posso digo... amo-as e só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem termino por aqui este... mas vem mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu amor vai receber homenagem... hj ele ta dormindo no céu... cuidando do irmãozão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a dor aqui nao é apenas por ele, mas principalmente, sei que se hj ele estive aqui, estaria me chamando pra dormir... ele era assim, cuidava de mim tb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, um FELIZ NATAL e que Deus os ilumine e que suas familias se amem mais!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-72194200894742673?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/72194200894742673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=72194200894742673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/72194200894742673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/72194200894742673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal???'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SVG_sBGj45I/AAAAAAAAAJY/eMDwqLNdQvk/s72-c/amores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8220538390722835287</id><published>2008-11-20T00:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:22:31.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A amizade mora aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e Nick tivemos uma grande surpresa hj... mais nick que eu!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estamos mudando algo nas nossas vidas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao por que somos exigentes ou chatas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas estamos buscando o melhor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somos amigas antes de qq coisa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e hj percebemos que nossa ligação é bem maior...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu quero que a minha amizade com todos aqueles que o EVA me trouxe continue so crescendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao inves de diminuir como eu estava sentindo!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leiam e vejam a declaração de amor-amizade que eu e Nick fizemos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espero que gostem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espero que vc (e vc sabe que é pra vc) goste e nao se deixe ir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é enorme galera... mas era bem maior... e vale a pena ler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe disso&lt;br /&gt;A amizade que sinto por você é enorme.&lt;br /&gt;Nem que você não queira mais me ver continuo a te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que me pergunto porque mudamos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque melhoramos talvez seja a respota;&lt;br /&gt;Porque crescemos tem a tendência de ser a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não é mudança, é adaptação.&lt;br /&gt;A gente não muda pra quem ama.&lt;br /&gt;Eu pelo menos não.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu tenha percebido algo antes de você...&lt;br /&gt;Mas você vai ver um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos dessa sacudida&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos acordar pra vida,&lt;br /&gt;Procurei a palavra mais bonita,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a palavra vem pequena,&lt;br /&gt;Não se encontra,&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão intenso, imenso&lt;br /&gt;Se você tenha ficado decepcionado com minha mudança&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se eu fiquei chocada com a sua&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, de cara com uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que a partir de agora ficará em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não quero chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de fazer por você e não por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em busca de um lugar pra me aconchegar,&lt;br /&gt;Melhorar e viver tranquilamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Sem me preocupar se você está bem,&lt;br /&gt;Não por te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por já ter a certeza que você está bem.&lt;br /&gt;Certo ou errado existe??&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que não...&lt;br /&gt;A minha certeza é diferente da sua&lt;br /&gt;O meu errar é diferente do seu&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor também é assim&lt;br /&gt;Não foi por mal&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero longe&lt;br /&gt;Te quero no lugar mais seguro que eu posso te oferecer para morar&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu te amarei sempre&lt;br /&gt;Porque em mim mora a amizade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa essa é minha palavra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijomeliga &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick e Sarah que este amor que existe entre nós só cresça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8220538390722835287?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8220538390722835287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8220538390722835287' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8220538390722835287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8220538390722835287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/amizade-mora-aqui.html' title='A amizade mora aqui'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-74303893593279530</id><published>2008-11-20T00:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:08:23.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje eu tive tantas saudades do Zac que só Deus entende...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo o Bruce... mas o Zac faz falta... queria te-lo aqui de volta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo amo e amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-74303893593279530?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/74303893593279530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=74303893593279530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/74303893593279530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/74303893593279530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-364695214741686718</id><published>2008-11-13T00:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:19:12.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saudades de tudo que é bom...   Sei lá sabe... eu to meio distante de algumas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aprendendo outras... e vivendo muitooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to vendo ai como vai ficar... se eu vou pro Brejal... vai ter EVA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;queria ir pro Os Melhores do Mundo... Hermanoteu na terra de Godah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;êê vida de liseira é fod....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to com saudades de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de ler posts maravilhosos do ciscante mor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de ficar mais temepo aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;enfim... passando mesmo so pra tirar o pó...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;qq dia desses a inpiração aparece e eu consigo escrever algo MARAVILHOSOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-364695214741686718?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8951479251988859867</id><published>2008-11-04T00:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:01:13.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...quero olhar pra esse mundo,&lt;br /&gt;ver o mundo em seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;quero ser, te quero muito,&lt;br /&gt;ficar junto e respirar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estava tão longe, num outro lugar,&lt;br /&gt;trancado, distante, na esfera lunar,&lt;br /&gt;na superfície ou no deserto,&lt;br /&gt;no asfalto ou no avião,&lt;br /&gt; na prateleira de um deposito,&lt;br /&gt;na cordilheira de um vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vou te mudar,&lt;br /&gt;não vou te mudar,&lt;br /&gt;não vou te mudar,&lt;br /&gt; não vou te mudar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha cara sem ser  feita por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis obrigada por me descrever...&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8951479251988859867?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8951479251988859867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8951479251988859867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8951479251988859867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8951479251988859867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-5160810075236634705</id><published>2008-10-30T23:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:12:14.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais um dia vem&lt;br /&gt;Saio de casa&lt;br /&gt;E vou em busca&lt;br /&gt;De alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que me sorria&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pra felicitar&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt;Tao sofrida&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar&lt;br /&gt;Fechar ferida&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Me deu&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Que era feliz&lt;br /&gt;E ate me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Que chorei&lt;br /&gt;Quando pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E encontrar a paz&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir Deus falar&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que a luz&lt;br /&gt;Ha de brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Oh, amado Deus&lt;br /&gt;Da-me mais&lt;br /&gt;Força pra seguir&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado seu&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar a quem&lt;br /&gt;Um dia me fez&lt;br /&gt;Algum mal&lt;br /&gt;Ou quis magoar&lt;br /&gt;Mostra como&lt;br /&gt;Faz o amor&lt;br /&gt;Planta&lt;br /&gt;No seu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Posso prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;Ja recebi sua graça&lt;br /&gt;Pronto pra viver&lt;br /&gt;E confiar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Incondicionalmente&lt;br /&gt;Acordar e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Te agradecer&lt;br /&gt;Por evoluir&lt;br /&gt;E enfim vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saulo Fernandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-5160810075236634705?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5160810075236634705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=5160810075236634705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/5160810075236634705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/5160810075236634705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-um-dia-vem-saio-de-casa-e-vou-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-7389404721759484935</id><published>2008-10-28T14:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:01:49.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SQdctV-pHXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KeymGVDcqIM/s1600-h/Alegria2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276623669468530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SQdctV-pHXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KeymGVDcqIM/s320/Alegria2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você só colhe o que planta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão piegas isso... mas é mais pura verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que eu to vivendo neste momento é exatamente isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dando aos outros o que eles estão em dando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me tratam mal... serão tratados da mesma forma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me ignoram... também o serão... depois não digam que não avisei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me olham torto... também farei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não tenho sangue de barata... não sou boa moça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sou perfeita...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brigo, xingo, choro... sou normal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sou santa... não sou perfeita...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não sou anja e muito menos devassa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se faça de dissimulado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque sei que você é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finge ser bonzinho pra melhor passar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu??? eu sou um monstro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou a parte ruim de tudo isso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre erro, e sempre fico por baixo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ter certeza... vou chorar mais e mais com o que você ta fazendo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas vai chegar um momento em que você vai se queimar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como já fez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 versões da mesma historia???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qual será a verdadeira??? nenhuma... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não me procure... sua amizade eu não quero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de falsidade o mundo ta cheio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu?? eu quero ser feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero esquecer que me trata mal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e um dia novamente irá precisar de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como sempre faz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me xingue, reclame, esbraveje...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você irá voltar... com o rabo entre as pernas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem pedir desculpas como sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se fazendo de doido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não lembra do que fez??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois eu lembro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembro desde sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembro de cada mal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembre-se plantando amor... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você receberá AMOR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-7389404721759484935?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7389404721759484935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=7389404721759484935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7389404721759484935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7389404721759484935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/voc-s-colhe-o-que-planta.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SQdctV-pHXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KeymGVDcqIM/s72-c/Alegria2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-4043101395230847985</id><published>2008-10-27T00:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:00:35.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queria estar nos seus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poder estar ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;enxugar toda e qualquer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te fazer feliz por completo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poder ter você sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ser eterna com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queria ter seus sorrisos só pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queria me envolver nos teus braços sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queria ter seu amor eternamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poder olhar nos teus olhos e me ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poder segurar tua mão sempre que sentir medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poder me proteger em você, quando eu sentir medo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero escutar tua voz falando baixinho ao meu ouvido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero escutar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; cantar as mais belas musicas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero fazer parte da sua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero que você faça parte da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero entender você por um simples olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero poder sempre te beijar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero viver uma eternidade intensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero ser aquela que você vai se lembrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;todas as vezes que precisar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero ser aquela que quando fechar os olhos, lembrará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero ser aquela que quando lembrar, você sorrirá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero ser aquela que você sempre vai amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-4043101395230847985?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4043101395230847985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=4043101395230847985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4043101395230847985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4043101395230847985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/queria-estar-nos-seus-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-7004200874631742374</id><published>2008-10-26T23:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:47:54.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em meio a tudo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oq&lt;/span&gt; estamos vivendo, a gente vê felicidade nas pequenas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ainda estou um pouco assustada com todos estas crimes "por amor" que andam acontecendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oq&lt;/span&gt; passa nas cabeças destas pessoas? o amor é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; grande que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; for pra eles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;este tipo de amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; existe... Amor destrutivo... amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incompreensivo&lt;/span&gt;... amor mentiroso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;amar de verdade é aceitar qualidades, defeitos, brigas, reconciliações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é viver ao lado mesmo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; seja junto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é tentar levantar a pessoa e não destrui-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amor??? qual amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; quer de verdade???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aquele que ganhei com outro amor???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;minhas melhores amizades vieram de outro amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;meio que recompensa sem ser recompensa entenderam??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nãoooo&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Poxa&lt;/span&gt;... minhas meninas mais que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;super poderosas&lt;/span&gt;... vieram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;através&lt;/span&gt; do EVA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o povo que traz AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;traz AMIZADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;traz CUMPLICIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;traz muita mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;muitaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; FELICIDADE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aprendi a ser mais feliz com estas meninas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aprendi que amizade de verdade é aquela que mesmo na tristeza estamos juntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aprendi com elas que nem sempre concordamos, mas que sempre nos entendemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que nos preocupamos... que somos assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que rimos por besteiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e nossas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;risadas&lt;/span&gt;???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; as mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gostosas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nossos abraços??? os melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nossa AMIZADE??  ETERNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;beijomeliga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-7004200874631742374?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7004200874631742374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=7004200874631742374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7004200874631742374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7004200874631742374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-meio-tudo-oq-estamos-vivendo-gente-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-3287718961058621075</id><published>2008-10-17T01:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:18:37.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estive lendo oq escrevi e nao acreditei que sou capaz de tudo isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mas ai me veio uma inspiração do nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;espero que fique legal e que gostem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to com vontade de ser novamente uma borboleta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ate pq a fase de metamorfose esta quase completa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to com vontade de ser fada de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de te entender apenas te olhando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de te fazer feliz sempre que necessario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de te proteger todas as vezes que se sentir fragil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero poder voar pra longe contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poder viajar neste céu azul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;neste verde mar navegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me entregar a esta felicidade que esta transbordando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de mostrar ao mundo que nao se precisa de muito pra ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de mostrar que a amizade vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando se tem amigos de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que a familia é realeza do teu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ah o amor te leva longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te faz voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te faz crescer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te faz mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te leva a FELICIDADE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que minhas asas voltem a crescer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pra que eu possa voar com vc rumo a felicidade!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-3287718961058621075?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3287718961058621075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=3287718961058621075' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3287718961058621075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3287718961058621075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/borboletas.html' title='Borboletas'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-5225431540580110254</id><published>2008-10-17T00:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:54:17.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia dizer aqui que estou morrendo de saudades, oq no fim  nao é mentira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poderia dizer que estou sem tempo, que tb nao seria mentira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nesta semana eu descobri o porquê de verdade por ter praticamente esquecido isto aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não... não é por causa que o ultimo post foi antes do meu bebê partir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele é meu anjinho que está no céu... que continua me guardando mesmo que a distancia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim eu to com mais saudades dele do que de postar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu quero retomar a minha vida normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero poder explicar o pq de estar tao afastada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mal escrever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes de mais nada... eu tenho um novo baby... bruce, meu bubu... ele me faz muito feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me ajuda a entender muito de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nao ele nao veio substituir o Zac.. o  Zac é unico... foi o primeiro amor da minha vida e vai continuar sendo... mas eu amo o Bruce e o Junior tanto quanto o Zac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem antes que eu continue chorando mais... deixem eu prosseguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu nao estou seca nao... acho que nao havia uma inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquela cosia que te pega e faz escrever por qq coisaa???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é... como eu to bem... livre... feliz inteiramente, mas nao apaixonada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que por isso minha falta de inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou ver se consigo voltar aqui todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comentar um pouco do que to fazendo, do que ando aprontando... da facul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é... comecei a Facul... to amando... futura  DESIGNER DE INTERIORES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podem ter certeza... ainda ouvirão falar em mim... (e nao será pq fui presa ou algo to tipo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to adorando meu amigos que ganhei la... apesar dos pesares...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando em news, vcs souberam daquela historia de que um OVNI iria aparecer no céu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é... to tsite com isto... descobri que nao tenho amor no coração... pois nao vi nada kkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem nao sabe novo cd do Saulo e Ivete... lindinho viu???&lt;br /&gt;to viciada... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outra news sobre o EVA... o meu EVANAVE foi perfeito... festa perfeita... cantor perfeito... tudo perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora é juntar grana pra ir pro Brejal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq sem E(r)VA ate o fortal do ano que vem, eu vou morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem gente... depois falo mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah e parabens pra IVETE... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijomeliga galerinha... saudades de todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-5225431540580110254?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5225431540580110254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=5225431540580110254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/5225431540580110254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/5225431540580110254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6367816066980754949</id><published>2008-08-06T00:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:25:59.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que é dor pra vc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É vc cortar seu dedo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém pisar no seu pé?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dor quando alguém vai embora para longe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou dói mais quando se perde o amor da vida??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dor quando se vai embora da cidade natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou dói quando cai da bicicleta??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver uma multidão com fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dói mais ainda ver seus filhos com fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver aquela multidão sem um teto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver o mundo de destruindo por ganância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver famílias se acabando por bobagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver crianças na rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver animais abandonados e sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver meu bebê indo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói ver o sofrimento dele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói saber que quando eu chegar ele não vai me receber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico feliz em saber que ele ficará bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não terá mais sofrimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ele será minha estrela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrela mais brilhante do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que eu jamais vou esquecer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SJkZrAFKOvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iBl-NkKjcvQ/s1600-h/Junior+(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SJkZrAFKOvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iBl-NkKjcvQ/s320/Junior+(33).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231240668714253042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6367816066980754949?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6367816066980754949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6367816066980754949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6367816066980754949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6367816066980754949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-que-dor-pra-vc-vc-cortar-seu-dedo-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SJkZrAFKOvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iBl-NkKjcvQ/s72-c/Junior+(33).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6495484762921333327</id><published>2008-08-04T17:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:21:10.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SJdkrkV6bFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hQb1aGO05_g/s1600-h/fortaleza_131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SJdkrkV6bFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hQb1aGO05_g/s320/fortaleza_131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230760191866858578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To com saudades das pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olhar um por do sol na praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ver aquele laranja se encontrar com o verde mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sentar na areia e montar o meu castelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De levar um caldo nas ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De subir em arvores e por lá ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de um tempo que não volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos sorrisos de menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das brincadeiras bobas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da inocente felicidade que tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da amizade verdadeira que cultivei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To com saudades de ser posta no colo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me colocarem pra dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir aquela canção de ninar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o cheiro dos meus pais ao meu abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do cheiro de grama molhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do cheiro do chão quando a chuva molhava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To com saudades de me ralar no chão e chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pular o muro só pra comer goiaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fazer planos mirabolantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De brincar de boneca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz inteiramente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser criança novamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6495484762921333327?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6495484762921333327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6495484762921333327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6495484762921333327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6495484762921333327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-com-saudades-das-pequenas-coisas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SJdkrkV6bFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hQb1aGO05_g/s72-c/fortaleza_131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-9169627120670796186</id><published>2008-07-10T03:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:13:03.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitivamente sem saco pra atualizar isto aqui ou o blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tb estou passando por mudanças dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é meio que uma regressao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou regredindo em tudo que já melhorei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas como disse a Nick... to precisando me proteger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu to exposta demais... não sou assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso estar nos meus limites pra me sentir segura... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou ter alguém que me ajude a burlar as minhas próprias regras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como este alguém não existe, eu to tentando voltar pro meu mundinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fechado... recluso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escondido... escuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que não é o certo, mas eu me sinto como se fosse um soldado de vanguarda... a frente de todos esperando só o 1º tiro pra morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e como eu preciso sempre do porto seguro... de um local onde possa me sentir firme, prefiro recuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sei como será daqui pra frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já passei por um longe e tenebroso inverno parecido com este e eu parei de escrever geral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem as dores eu escrevia... pq escrever é tentar guardar e pra esquecer qq dor, é preferível não guardar nenhuma recordação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mundo é grande gira muito e eu to numa fase de transformação... to saindo mais ainda da fase menina, e me tornando mais mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sei se um dia deixarei de ser totalmente menina e serei inteiramente mulher, mas não quero isso... onde estará a felicidade nas coisas mais bobas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os sorrisos mais sinceros??? os olhares mais puros???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não quer deixar isso aqui no passado, eu quero poder crescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas crescer firme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crescer por dentro, me tornar uma grande mulher... pq linda não dá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero viver... não sei como...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-9169627120670796186?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9169627120670796186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=9169627120670796186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/9169627120670796186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/9169627120670796186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/definitivamente-sem-saco-pra-atualizar.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-3916866334911046512</id><published>2008-07-08T01:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:45:05.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Há em mim</title><content type='html'>Eu estou me descrevendo perfeitamente...&lt;br /&gt;descrevendo exatamente oq esta passando por mim...&lt;br /&gt;expondo tudo oq há em mim...&lt;br /&gt;ai vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aqueles momentos em que vc não esta bem e precisa de um ombro amigo e nunca lhe aparece nenhum??&lt;br /&gt;Eu to vivendo um turbilhão de coisas em minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Eu to feliz e triste... incrível né? Será que pode existir isso??&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa tão bipolar?? Que vai de um extremo ao outro em segundos?&lt;br /&gt;Que anda numa montanha russa de emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Que não sabe se é realmente isso o certo???&lt;br /&gt;Que quer e não quer ao mesmo tempo a mesma coisa???&lt;br /&gt;Não me entendo e não permito que me entendam...&lt;br /&gt;Estou afastando todos que estão ao meu redor...&lt;br /&gt;Por medo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Medo de ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Medo de viver...&lt;br /&gt;Medo de ser eu...&lt;br /&gt;Infinitamente eu...&lt;br /&gt;Exclusivamente eu...&lt;br /&gt;Unicamente eu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-3916866334911046512?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3916866334911046512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=3916866334911046512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3916866334911046512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/3916866334911046512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-em-mim.html' title='Há em mim'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-4001907160124636362</id><published>2008-07-05T16:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:46:00.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SG_ONON0r-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yfibDPxpzHY/s1600-h/olho-de-borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219617219695390690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SG_ONON0r-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yfibDPxpzHY/s320/olho-de-borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitivamente inspirada num blog de uma pessoa ali que eu amo demais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espero que gostem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo oq eu queria falar um ser maravilhoso já descreveu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de uma forma bem melhor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais pratica... lúdica... simplificada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que ultimamente ele anda passeando na minha mente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tirando tudo oq tem dentro dela...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não só sobre minhas saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sobre cada sentimento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre como fico quando chego perto dele...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre minhas pernas bambas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minhas mãos trêmulas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre não conseguir falar tudo oq eu desejo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde está minha coragem???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem eu sei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando vc chega tudo muda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo gira...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade aumenta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor vai embora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sorriso teima em não ir embora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incrível como aqueles minutos se transformam em horas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incrível como não tenho medo de nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faria o impossível pra reviver isso tudo novamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ter novos abraços deliciosos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos doces e suaves...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To esperando que vc voe logo de volta pros meus braços...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra que eu possa sentir de novo teu calor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tua voz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu cheiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra que eu possa ver tua luz a iluminar-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que a saudade apenas apareça... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não me entristeça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-4001907160124636362?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4001907160124636362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=4001907160124636362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4001907160124636362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/4001907160124636362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/definitivamente-inspirada-num-blog-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SG_ONON0r-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yfibDPxpzHY/s72-c/olho-de-borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-761495044010155060</id><published>2008-07-04T14:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:11:25.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Este texto nao é meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;roubei mesmo do blog do binho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amei a primeira vez que vi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amo mais agora... pq ele resolveu postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;espero que desta vez ele nao apaguei... ja briguei muito com ele sobre isto massss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;enfim to quebradaça... fui mega doente pro PRIVATE... mas quem resiste ao EVA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nao tem ne???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ai depois de monique encher o Binho ele postou d enovo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apesar de eu afirmar com todas as letras que AMOOOO este texto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que me imagino dentro dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;espero que eu nao precise mais te ver de costas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;beijosss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você anda onde agora, seu jeito incandescente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes te vejo passar, sempre de costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino o seu olhar do outro lado, perfurando as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congelando as imagens ao redor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pego em coisas banais, como seu andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me precipita lembrar que o que me fez notar você ser sensível a mim, e te sentir atraída, foi você ficar febril e suar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí você desatou a correr rir e pular corda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O efeito temperatura interna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava completamente espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada me ocorria senão beijar sua alma e sentir o cheiro das flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quís me molhar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Queria lutar judô com você na sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sentir seu calor. O perfume saindo dos cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que me lembrasse amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Engraçado como era nítido pra todos, nos ver enamorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não via. Éramos o outro na hora de ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade ficava. Eu sempre escrevia. Depois você sumiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei ter deixado de lado você, como guardar um amuleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até te ví depois, e antes de hoje. Nem sentí ligação maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E porquê agora acho que você está pensando em mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te atrair, isso é simples de entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar a te ver por acaso na rua. Sempre de costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dessa vez eu vou te chamar com luzes nos olhos, pra os seus me dizerem logo, do que se fez de eu e você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Se o mundo deu essa volta, ou se gira vertiginoso ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY:   FABIO ROCHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-761495044010155060?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/761495044010155060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=761495044010155060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/761495044010155060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/761495044010155060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/este-texto-nao-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6779839611800103160</id><published>2008-06-30T02:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:40:40.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SGhxpOqrYPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aHv8N8zubUs/s1600-h/92120725858628.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217545121434394866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SGhxpOqrYPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aHv8N8zubUs/s320/92120725858628.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos? Eu não tenho amigos... tenho irmãos que escolhi... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade Tb não escolhi... o Eva me deu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deu o presente mais lindo que eu pude imaginar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tirou de uma redoma de cristal... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me colocou num mundo de verdade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há amor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há cor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há brilho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde há luz e fé... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu posso me sentir inteira... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Eva só me trouxe uma coisa ruim...&lt;br /&gt;Esta saudade que não cansa...&lt;br /&gt;Ela aperta... e cisma...&lt;br /&gt;Cisma em gritar...&lt;br /&gt;E cisma em deixar uma pontinha sempre fora...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela pontinha que mesmo com vcs aqui, me faz triste...&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus amigos me mantem ate a volta de vcs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ligue não... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vc chegar, meu coração se encherá de felicidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De carinho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De abraços &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De beijos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a saudades?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua aqui... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai ficar esquecida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu tiver seu cheiro comigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu abraço me acompanhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E teu sorriso me iluminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6779839611800103160?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6779839611800103160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6779839611800103160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6779839611800103160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6779839611800103160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/amigos-eu-no-tenho-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SGhxpOqrYPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aHv8N8zubUs/s72-c/92120725858628.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8913064418536331926</id><published>2008-06-29T02:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:34:47.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SGce4iw0vDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EwHTQGM0Z-A/s1600-h/47119679498344.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217172650085104690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SGce4iw0vDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EwHTQGM0Z-A/s320/47119679498344.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é meu porto seguro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O local onde posso atracar com segurança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O colo onde posso adormecer sem me preocupar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O abraço que sempre vai me acalantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que eternamente me animará...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro que me fará reviver momentos inesquecíveis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos que com paciência me guiarão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos que com ternura me censurarão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os lábios que me calarão suavemente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seus pés serão aqueles que me conduzirão a caminhos nunca antes percorridos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8913064418536331926?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8913064418536331926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8913064418536331926' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8913064418536331926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8913064418536331926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/voc-meu-porto-seguro.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SGce4iw0vDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EwHTQGM0Z-A/s72-c/47119679498344.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-1526936481280888598</id><published>2008-06-18T23:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:43:52.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFnVkoDmhUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KN6CYccEp0E/s1600-h/fairy025.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213432868862592322" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" height="376" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFnVkoDmhUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KN6CYccEp0E/s320/fairy025.gif" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFnU2QVmJNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/f2cbQRVyB6A/s1600-h/fada-recados-para-orkut57.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Debaixo desse luar me ponho a imaginar o que é minha vida sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Sob o banho de prata que me proponho a tomar,&lt;br /&gt;Espero.&lt;br /&gt;Espero você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Falar-me palavras doces&lt;br /&gt;Dar-me calorosos abraços&lt;br /&gt;Ardentes beijos&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me entrelaçada em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;E depois ir.&lt;br /&gt;Ir sem se despedir.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me aqui com esta dor.&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor que aperta.&lt;br /&gt;E não me deixa esquecê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Amor, eu gosto tanto do seu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Que me permito sofrer para te ter de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Que me permito viver na esperança de ter você para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-1526936481280888598?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1526936481280888598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=1526936481280888598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/1526936481280888598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/1526936481280888598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/debaixo-desse-luar-me-ponho-imaginar-o.html' title='Sem você'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFnVkoDmhUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KN6CYccEp0E/s72-c/fairy025.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-9032241318132231418</id><published>2008-06-16T02:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:53:21.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFX-y3GaC8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/aeNVIrkP6iI/s1600-h/anjo001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212352293488954306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFX-y3GaC8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/aeNVIrkP6iI/s320/anjo001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor por você é tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Que se torna inconstante&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão livre&lt;br /&gt;Que não tenho coragem de te prender&lt;br /&gt;De não dar-te mais asas&lt;br /&gt;De não deixar-te voar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus olhos puros e sinceros&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me dentro deles&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;E as tuas mãos a passear em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir os teus beijos delicados&lt;br /&gt;E ver a felicidade estampada no seu rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não vou te prender jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; quero ser presa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vou te amar sempre e incessantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;constante e infinitamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-9032241318132231418?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9032241318132231418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=9032241318132231418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/9032241318132231418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/9032241318132231418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/meu-amor-por-voc-to-grande-que-se-torna.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFX-y3GaC8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/aeNVIrkP6iI/s72-c/anjo001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-2081924047011013632</id><published>2008-06-15T00:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:46:49.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFSOXIkJC6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pkIfDDk0cvk/s1600-h/fairy026.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211947196861713314" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFSOXIkJC6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pkIfDDk0cvk/s320/fairy026.gif" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFSOE5JFhoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/X60MAVYdN7E/s1600-h/fada027.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu sonho ainda é imaturo&lt;br /&gt;Está fechado como um casulo&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele está passando por mudanças&lt;br /&gt;Assim como eu também passo por esta metamorfose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as mudanças são necessárias&lt;br /&gt;Para eu ser melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Para me tornar mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me entender&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sou tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Também não tente me achar&lt;br /&gt;Esconder-me é uma especialidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se preocupe, todas as vezes que precisar&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei onde você estiver&lt;br /&gt;Enxugarei cada lagrima que ousar&lt;br /&gt;Transcorrer pelo seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E segurarei sua mão toda vez que tiver medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu um dia vou ser borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser completa e poderei voar&lt;br /&gt;e te levar comigo a terra dos sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-2081924047011013632?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2081924047011013632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=2081924047011013632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/2081924047011013632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/2081924047011013632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/meu-sonho-ainda-um-imaturo-est-fechado.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFSOXIkJC6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pkIfDDk0cvk/s72-c/fairy026.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-4709290192705148916</id><published>2008-06-14T03:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:48:18.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFNgmeLQ-MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hO_mBzrqPgk/s1600-h/fairy018.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211615407849404610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFNgmeLQ-MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hO_mBzrqPgk/s320/fairy018.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFNfK0qUeEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oJAehdFPoS4/s1600-h/anja.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O Nosso encontro foi lindo...&lt;br /&gt;Olho no olho...&lt;br /&gt;Abraço apertado...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos distribuídos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutar tua voz pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me sentir mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te feliz por me fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o coração ta apertado&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo falta do teu cheiro e do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sorriso, do teu acalento&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu me sinto segura&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mais feliz, mais completa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-4709290192705148916?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4709290192705148916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6485026617818422785</id><published>2008-05-20T01:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:35:34.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A chegada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SDJPDNAzKbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/90O3Z6uzetI/s1600-h/fada071.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202307436017559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SDJPDNAzKbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/90O3Z6uzetI/s320/fada071.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia do reencontro está marcado... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O coração já bate forte, esperando ansioso que você chegue e me beije... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me beije muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que o abraço dure a eternidade, a eternidade que meu coração desejar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que você deixe a melhor parte de você comigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E que mande embora todas as tristezas, que apague todo o mal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que você faça sentir borboletas batendo asas dentro de mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que esta felicidade que estou sentido perdure muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Perdure o tempo necessário pra eu ser inteiramente feliz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Perdure ate a sua volta, e que você não demore, pois a demora entristece... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que esta saudade acabe e que não volte nunca mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; que correm no meu rosto, não voltem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que fiquem apenas os sorrisos, os abraços, os beijos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E que esta ansiedade seja transformada em amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E tudo o que eu quero é estar com você, ser feliz com você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me chame que eu vou, não se esqueça também tenho asas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6485026617818422785?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6485026617818422785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6485026617818422785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6485026617818422785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6485026617818422785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/chegada.html' title='A chegada'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SDJPDNAzKbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/90O3Z6uzetI/s72-c/fada071.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-170291593463580279</id><published>2008-05-07T03:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:02:14.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SCFTwCBIFfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aCbd1PyBMzg/s1600-h/038.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197527529602684402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SCFTwCBIFfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aCbd1PyBMzg/s320/038.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SCFTaiBIFeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cI-fGAomx5U/s1600-h/038.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Outra resposta pra Saulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já disse que farei o possivel pra nao te ver triste???&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que possivel vou te ajudar a encontrar soluções pra nosso mundo melhorar...&lt;br /&gt;pq resposta não nos levam a nada, apenas a conclusoes...&lt;br /&gt;Nossas soluções nos levam a tentar melhorar tudo oq hj nos cerca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA...&lt;br /&gt;Vc vai abrir os olhos e nao vai mais ver nenhum mal...&lt;br /&gt;nao irá sentir mais nenhuma dor...&lt;br /&gt;nao verá tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;nem guerras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA&lt;br /&gt;Vc irá abrir seus olhos e ver tudo colorido...&lt;br /&gt;ver flores coloridas num belo jardim...&lt;br /&gt;crianças brincando sem se preocupar...&lt;br /&gt;vai ver sorrisos em todos os rostos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA&lt;br /&gt;Vc vai poder contemplar toda a felicidade no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;vai distribuir mais amor do que é capaz...&lt;br /&gt;será mais amado ainda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA&lt;br /&gt;Sua luz invadirá todos os lugares do mundo&lt;br /&gt;e iluminará cada lugar obscuro...&lt;br /&gt;vai poder voar e alcançar oq quiser...&lt;br /&gt;levará as estrelas as pessoas que te amam e que vc ama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao se esqueça nunca...&lt;br /&gt;que sempre que precisar...&lt;br /&gt;ver o mundo de outra forma nem que seja por segundos estarei aqui...&lt;br /&gt;sempre pronta, pra ser teu anjo, assim como es meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos com sabor de pudim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-170291593463580279?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/170291593463580279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=170291593463580279' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/170291593463580279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/170291593463580279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/outra-resposta-pra-saulo-j-disse-que.html' title='Novo mundo'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SCFTwCBIFfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aCbd1PyBMzg/s72-c/038.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-2709419525485759639</id><published>2008-05-07T02:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T03:31:22.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engraçado tenho atualizado tão pouco aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posto quase sempre no blog do ZUMA... e na falta de tempo eu nao atualizo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou copiar e modificar um pouco oq escrevi pra Saulo esta madru... acho que to um pouquinho inspirada ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu falei que eu e algumas amigas "temos espiritos de fadas e asas de borboletas" e vc? vc tem falado de coisas boas, quer voar, ver borboletas&lt;br /&gt;eu quero poder sonhar junto de vc... por isso continuo acreditando que vc é meu anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Um anjo que me traz possibilidades de ser feliz!! De nao desistir nunca, do amor, da verdade, da amizade... e tem uma missao linda trazer alegria e nunca me (nos) deixar triste...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te por inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;e sei que sua missao esta sendo cumprida com louvores...espero poder ser uma fada com asas de borboletas pra poder te levar a mesma felicidade que me dá!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-2709419525485759639?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2709419525485759639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=2709419525485759639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/2709419525485759639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/2709419525485759639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/sou-borboleta.html' title='Sou borboleta'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-6645367811519549655</id><published>2008-05-01T03:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:50:33.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este texto é uma nova versao que a Monique fez utilizando-se do meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bem espero que gostem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você já se perguntou o que é realmente ter um amigo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modificando a famosa frase do Seu Ladir “Chegamos à essência da amizade e a amizade é maraaaaa”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tente nos compreender, porque ninguém consegue entender a felicidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se somos felizes, é porque somos maraaaaaaaaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazemos sempre de cada pequeno instante, grandes momentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não queira viver como nós, porque nós somos eternas agora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveitamos cada sorriso dado e cada abraço compartilhado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver o agora e aproveitar sempre? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não...Viver sempre e aproveitar agora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhã já será passado e não queremos arrependimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer levantar vôo e ser feliz? Vai em frente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não tente voar como nós, porque temos espíritos de fadas e asas de borboletas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tente pensar como nós, porque pensamos como mulheres e agimos como meninas.A atitude nos segue e age por nós. Apenas respondemos a todos os impulsos.Somos três anjos, três sonhos, três mentes, três verdades.Somos três sorrisos, três abraços e três corações.Somos três amigas. Somos três irmãs.Esqueçamos o “prefiro nem comentar”, porque nós comentamos e muito;Porque qualquer adjetivo para nós é poucoPorque somos maraaaaaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-6645367811519549655?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6645367811519549655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=6645367811519549655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6645367811519549655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/6645367811519549655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/este-texto-uma-nova-versao-que-monique.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-8128177393121461272</id><published>2008-04-30T04:35:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:47:38.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A amizade é maraaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SBgh2SBIFbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OX9JsfORgt4/s1600-h/anjo018.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194939386605082034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SBgh2SBIFbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OX9JsfORgt4/s320/anjo018.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu Ladir diria assim: “Já cheguei à essência e a essência é maraaaaaaaaa...”&lt;br /&gt;Então nós estamos adaptando... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegamos à essência da amizade e a amizade é maraaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueçamos o “prefiro nem comentar...” pq aqui nós comentamos e muito...&lt;br /&gt;Falamos de tudo e de todos... pq somos maraaaaaaaaaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tente nos compreender, pq nós somos incompreensíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Não tente viver como nós, pq nós somos eternas neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;Não tente nos imitar, pq nós somos impossíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Não tente pensar como nós, pq pensamos como mulheres e agimos como meninas...&lt;br /&gt;Jamais pense que somos iguais, pq cada uma é de uma forma...&lt;br /&gt;Até as cores são diferentes, uma pseudo loira, uma morenaça e a outra?&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma cor indefinida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos três malucas, três amigas que se conheceram há pouco tempo,&lt;br /&gt;mas em outra vida já viveram algo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos três anjos, três sonhos, três mentes, três verdades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos três sorrisos, três pestinhas, três abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Somos três amigas, somos três irmãs.&lt;br /&gt;Não tente voar como nós, pq temos espíritos de fadas e asas de borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Não tente ser como nós, pq ninguém é igual ao trio maraaaaaa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos mulheres, guerreiras, meninas, amigas, alegres, bagunceiras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim somos maraaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nosso muso inspirador foi???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SBgi-iBIFdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/66wbVnodKKE/s1600-h/0,9310,660588_3,00.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194940627850630610" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="257" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SBgi-iBIFdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/66wbVnodKKE/s320/0,9310,660588_3,00.gif" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seu Ladirrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos enormes.... e em breve a versao By: Moniqueeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-8128177393121461272?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8128177393121461272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=8128177393121461272' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8128177393121461272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/8128177393121461272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/04/amizade-maraaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='A amizade é maraaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SBgh2SBIFbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OX9JsfORgt4/s72-c/anjo018.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-7193124028004872699</id><published>2008-04-25T03:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:08:10.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentando crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O tentar crescer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; refere-se apenas ao blog... refere-se a mim mesma... que estou buscando novos caminhos pra trilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Uma amiga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chegada, que se fosse minha irmã não seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; parecida comigo, uma vez me disse que eu tenho que insistir naquilo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; dá certo... que eu tenho que levantar toda vez que eu cair, mesmo que tudo e todos estejam me empurrando pra baixo, eu tenho que levantar minha cabeça e ir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Portanto insisto em crescer como mulher, mesmo me sentindo tão criança... insisto em crescer como pessoa, mesmo sendo mesquinha, insisto em viver historias que não me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pertencem&lt;/span&gt;, mesmo sabendo que elas me farão mal e insisto em buscar o meu caminho, meu caminho de vida... quero uma carreira... sim quero isso pra mim... por mais que digam que pra isso eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sirva vou insistir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sei que lá é meu lugar... insisto em querer amar uma pessoa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inalcançável&lt;/span&gt;, que sabe que eu existo, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabe de meu sentimento (será que sou a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; no mundo????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;insisto em ser eu mesma, sempre, menina num corpo de mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;com um jeito meio esquisito, já quis ser santa, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kd&lt;/span&gt; a vocação???&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;já quis ser um pouco de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mas hoje sei... que meu caminho eu vou traçando na medida em que for me conhecendo... em que for me descobrindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;não se preocupe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;... eu vou ser sempre a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; meio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;loka&lt;/span&gt;, meio santa, meio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;desbocada&lt;/span&gt;, meio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;estudiosa&lt;/span&gt;, inteligente (este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sou meio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; eu faço por onde ser ), que fala alto, que rir alto... que se emociona muito... que é amiga sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; que quer me conhecer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; precisa muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;... só me pegar num dia bom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;basta sorrir... amigos pra mim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; em sua maioria pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;resto&lt;/span&gt; da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eu ainda to me descobrindo mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; pode fazer parte de minha descoberta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;beijosss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-7193124028004872699?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7193124028004872699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=7193124028004872699' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7193124028004872699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/7193124028004872699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/04/tentando-crescer.html' title='Tentando crescer'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958422364541939049.post-2693946061709446302</id><published>2008-04-24T01:25:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:21:55.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uma nova etapa de minha vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tento passar um pouco de mim aqui, para aqueles que gostam de mim, que gostam de ler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eu escrevo e se identificam com tudo isso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apesar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ser tudo isso... estou cedendo as pressões de uma moça ai!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kkkkk&lt;/span&gt;... Espero que gostem e que eu possa postar coisas legais sempre... Eu passei um bom tempo sem escrever mas a inspiração voltou,não sou muito de mostrar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oq&lt;/span&gt; escrevo prefiro deixar apenas pra mim, mas quem sabe isto em ajude em algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é mesmo??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o texto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; eu achei dentro de um caderno que eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;usava&lt;/span&gt; fazia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;séculos&lt;/span&gt;... eu copiei e estou colocando aqui pára ver se gostam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah !! que saudades&lt;br /&gt;do teu sorriso gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço, do teu jeito tímido&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade&lt;br /&gt;louca de ir atrás de você&lt;br /&gt;De querer viver o inesperado.&lt;br /&gt;Ando sonhando&lt;br /&gt;com o passado, na esperança de se repetir num futuro breve.&lt;br /&gt;Olho pro mar e&lt;br /&gt;vejo o sorriso teu, mas não é a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu cheiro, das&lt;br /&gt;palavras carinhosas,&lt;br /&gt;Do amor involuntário e exagerado que só você sabe me&lt;br /&gt;dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;beijos doces com gostinho de pudim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Flavinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; parabéns!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Camila de Freitas&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1958422364541939049-2693946061709446302?l=camiladefreitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2693946061709446302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1958422364541939049&amp;postID=2693946061709446302' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/2693946061709446302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1958422364541939049/posts/default/2693946061709446302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiladefreitas.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-comeo.html' title='O começo'/><author><name>Camila Freitas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3D-8fz2jEyE/SFwa6FeUYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Kt-u95hkSks/S220/eu+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
