<?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-2586525446149989147</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:47:45.340-03:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Toma tequila! Cadê o Limão?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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amassos, o eu te amo inesperado, a ligação esperada o dia todo, o momento que se apaixona, a primeira vez que se é amada, o beijo que não acaba, as horas que voam, o tempo que para, o perfume que cala, as roupas jogadas, o sono perdido, o enlace do abraço e o segredo escondido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-7521226050195349648?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/7521226050195349648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2012/01/circulo-o-comeco-as-primeiras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/7521226050195349648'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-7213566360262420185</id><published>2011-09-22T12:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:54:59.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>À uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O roxo que ainda habita o ambiente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me transporta para outra dimensão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traz percepção da essência que se perdeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No equívoco do transpassar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conserto tardio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há remediação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maus hábitos se morrem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renascem ao primeiro badalar do relógio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-7213566360262420185?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/7213566360262420185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-flor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TePzIsbDlg/TewAW46wp2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/h8HOXgPqV3A/s1600/sairfora3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TePzIsbDlg/TewAW46wp2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/h8HOXgPqV3A/s200/sairfora3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614863228660131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade foi dar um passeio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aguarde, quem sabe ela volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso garantir o tempo de espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito menos se ela voltará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas não mate a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela é a única que pode encher seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-3777514986057773880?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/3777514986057773880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/06/felicidade-foi-dar-um-passeio-aguarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3777514986057773880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3777514986057773880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/06/felicidade-foi-dar-um-passeio-aguarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TePzIsbDlg/TewAW46wp2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/h8HOXgPqV3A/s72-c/sairfora3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-3271651268527759317</id><published>2011-05-16T10:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:39:59.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phqAE5dMJHs/TdUdVqTzlSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XneGwdxNusI/s1600/cegueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phqAE5dMJHs/TdUdVqTzlSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XneGwdxNusI/s200/cegueira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608421168931640610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sensibilidade que em mim aflora&lt;br /&gt;Desestrutura os meus ossos&lt;br /&gt;O racional era a grande aurora&lt;br /&gt;Que me tornava fosco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo disso&lt;br /&gt;O valor se perde&lt;br /&gt;E o que é oferecido&lt;br /&gt;Passa a ser diminuído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falta do que se viveu&lt;br /&gt;Impede de perceber a magnitude&lt;br /&gt;Do tudo que está a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Se protegendo e deixando morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-3271651268527759317?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/3271651268527759317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/05/sensibilidade-que-em-mim-aflora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3271651268527759317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3271651268527759317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/05/sensibilidade-que-em-mim-aflora.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phqAE5dMJHs/TdUdVqTzlSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XneGwdxNusI/s72-c/cegueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-5140591562116496395</id><published>2011-05-08T17:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:51:17.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrN-F89lpeM/TccB6Wb61BI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DOhKRzZPGXA/s1600/triste.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrN-F89lpeM/TccB6Wb61BI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DOhKRzZPGXA/s200/triste.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604450363252593682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O melhor para a gente nem sempre é o certo e isso as vezes enlouquece, algumas situações que deveriam trazer uma imensa felicidade, nos enche de extrema tristeza. Pode até parecer confuso, mas é a realidade. O pior é que essa realidade trás uma grande angústia, angústia essa que não cessa, que sufoca. Se fosse fácil entender a complexidade dos sentimentos humanos viver seria bem mais fácil e hoje a minha vida muito mais tranquila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-5140591562116496395?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/5140591562116496395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-melhor-para-gente-nem-sempre-e-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/5140591562116496395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/5140591562116496395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-melhor-para-gente-nem-sempre-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrN-F89lpeM/TccB6Wb61BI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DOhKRzZPGXA/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-3416803581842803845</id><published>2011-05-04T11:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:07:51.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AkaD6pn7y4/TcFrWPRd_II/AAAAAAAAAHM/xQpnakdkHf8/s1600/vaso-quebrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AkaD6pn7y4/TcFrWPRd_II/AAAAAAAAAHM/xQpnakdkHf8/s200/vaso-quebrado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602877441226701954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se tudo tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeram eu me entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tive medo, me joguei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tinha alguém para me segurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que iria me machucar&lt;br /&gt;Você garantiu que não&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, encontro-me quebrada e sem conserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Só não me peça pra gostar&lt;br /&gt;e se despeça com olhar&lt;br /&gt;de quem não pensa em voltar" (C.M.T.N)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/canto-dos-malditos-na-terra-do-nunca/a-falta.html#ixzz3G7uuuvXK"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-3416803581842803845?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/3416803581842803845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-tudo-tem-que-ser-assim-nao-entendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3416803581842803845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3416803581842803845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-tudo-tem-que-ser-assim-nao-entendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AkaD6pn7y4/TcFrWPRd_II/AAAAAAAAAHM/xQpnakdkHf8/s72-c/vaso-quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-2952849875139770289</id><published>2011-04-15T09:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:10:22.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAJxmUBYIII/Tag1lclqliI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LqtOIgRnMeo/s1600/tempo_perdido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAJxmUBYIII/Tag1lclqliI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LqtOIgRnMeo/s200/tempo_perdido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595781454453446178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempo de desapego&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer os desejos&lt;br /&gt;Jogar fora do peito&lt;br /&gt;O que é entulho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, de tempo e mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;Buscar sempre o espaço&lt;br /&gt;Que se perde no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Por escolher ficar amarrado ao pedregulho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não apaga uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Nem aumenta o calor&lt;br /&gt;Quando o frio já causou um rombo no peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-2952849875139770289?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/2952849875139770289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempo-de-desapego-esquecer-os-desejos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2952849875139770289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2952849875139770289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempo-de-desapego-esquecer-os-desejos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAJxmUBYIII/Tag1lclqliI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LqtOIgRnMeo/s72-c/tempo_perdido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-976467287982307642</id><published>2011-04-13T09:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:44:23.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Violação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYkONhYaUs/TaWaD9x1GjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UkVs9uo66Ng/s1600/sozinha.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYkONhYaUs/TaWaD9x1GjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UkVs9uo66Ng/s200/sozinha.jpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595047504991558194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que você é pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me suja&lt;br /&gt;Você violou o que era meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se culpada é algo natural&lt;br /&gt;Será que realmente poderia evitar?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje disperto para a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ser inocente, intocável&lt;br /&gt;Violentado por sua sede&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar sufoca&lt;br /&gt;Arranca o equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um quase pedaço de você,&lt;br /&gt;Esmagado, triturado&lt;br /&gt;Não é para ter medo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para esquecer&lt;br /&gt;As marcas estão aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pago o preço das suas ações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você? Dorme tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-976467287982307642?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/976467287982307642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/04/violacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/976467287982307642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/976467287982307642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/04/violacao.html' title='Violação'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYkONhYaUs/TaWaD9x1GjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UkVs9uo66Ng/s72-c/sozinha.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-7212561340419797718</id><published>2011-04-06T09:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:43:15.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4nW26PBeh8/TZxffDTPCHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8cbEliJXqWo/s1600/ego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4nW26PBeh8/TZxffDTPCHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8cbEliJXqWo/s200/ego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592449824353880178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frustrada, cansada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim que me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o sol brilha&lt;br /&gt;Espero a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Traz o céu em uma das mãos&lt;br /&gt;E com a outra entrega o inferno&lt;br /&gt;Poucas horas se passam entre os extremos&lt;br /&gt;O ignóbil está na mentira contada&lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim os braços continuam abertos&lt;br /&gt;Por quanto tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Temos uma incógnita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-7212561340419797718?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/7212561340419797718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/04/frustrada-cansada-assim-que-me-sinto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/7212561340419797718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/7212561340419797718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/04/frustrada-cansada-assim-que-me-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4nW26PBeh8/TZxffDTPCHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8cbEliJXqWo/s72-c/ego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-958469570443906946</id><published>2011-02-28T01:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:15:45.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqOpQcRqvZY/TWshMB4kIpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EUOwv8i1qyY/s1600/1168298086fts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578589053976322706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqOpQcRqvZY/TWshMB4kIpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EUOwv8i1qyY/s200/1168298086fts1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penso tanto que afundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece mal?&lt;br /&gt;Se esse tudo sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Devo me recolher para entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou, mas volto para cometer os mesmos erros&lt;br /&gt;Não me vejo&lt;br /&gt;Nem me encontro&lt;br /&gt;Me soa como ironia tais palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez em algum momento&lt;br /&gt;Possa gostar do eu que me invade&lt;br /&gt;Só não espere uma melhora&lt;br /&gt;Não costumo mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-958469570443906946?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqOpQcRqvZY/TWshMB4kIpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EUOwv8i1qyY/s72-c/1168298086fts1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8244996750151514297</id><published>2011-01-31T03:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:05:00.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TUZdRhJ5UVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_P207YU0Ai8/s1600/fragile_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568240544829231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TUZdRhJ5UVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_P207YU0Ai8/s200/fragile_heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevo agora para você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre tudo que tenho aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E desejo entregar-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuidado, é frágil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abra a mão, não tenha medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo aos teus cuidados o meu melhor&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confio em ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está em suas mãos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer valer a pena ou não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8244996750151514297?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/8244996750151514297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/01/escrevo-agora-para-voce-sobre-tudo-que_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8895472875851659899</id><published>2011-01-07T18:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:56:58.169-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TSeLuzae-UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vVZufov3qUM/s1600/danca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559565901203700034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TSeLuzae-UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vVZufov3qUM/s200/danca3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faço planos com o desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhos ludibriados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tudo que tem um quê de intocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me entrego lentamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem deixar voltar a dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus poemas me embalam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo não estando claro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazem acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a alegria vem ao meu amparo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8895472875851659899?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/8895472875851659899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/01/faco-planos-com-o-desconhecido-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8895472875851659899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TSAH4ca8CBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zAM7kUc6764/s1600/acaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557450606458439698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TSAH4ca8CBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zAM7kUc6764/s200/acaso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;O acaso deu seu toque&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;O que há de vir?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Quem há de convir?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Será possível desvendar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Escolher as armas certas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;É usá-las sem estilhaços?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Eis uma missão difícil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Os encantos desnorteiam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Enquanto é preciso desmascará-los&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Quem segue a dança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Poderia ser o alvo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;É assim que há de ser&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Caça ou caçador?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;Perder seria ganhar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-6598294893425564646?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/6598294893425564646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/01/resposta-venus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6598294893425564646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6598294893425564646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2011/01/resposta-venus.html' title='Resposta à Vênus'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TSAH4ca8CBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zAM7kUc6764/s72-c/acaso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8038546115282589406</id><published>2010-12-27T02:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:53:17.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TRgpXTrPqhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KKhq9SneKe8/s1600/ROSA_D%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555235620756892178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TRgpXTrPqhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KKhq9SneKe8/s200/ROSA_D%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despedaçada foi como ela ficou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouco a pouco suas pétalas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caíram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não pude voltar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A causa era irreversível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O relógio roubava os minutos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada poderia ser consertado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As palavras expulsavam o que havia guardado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A porta lentamente se fechou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas soando o barulho da batida que avisava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pedaço seu está partindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não voltará mais&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8038546115282589406?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/8038546115282589406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi como se o mundo parasse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrisos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brincadeiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas simples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me preencheram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o vazio foi embora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, pela maior parte do tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pude perceber tantas coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era como se não precisasse de mais nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas daquele momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bastou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me entreguei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti o coração bater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me encontrei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-3924416429874800327?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TRYPTqNz_rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a5QD-4qRAkw/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8984050225531492960</id><published>2010-12-23T22:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:31:18.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TRQEzrsR7dI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uh7DEeH1P-c/s1600/adeus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554069526402952658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TRQEzrsR7dI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uh7DEeH1P-c/s200/adeus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje ela me disse adeus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dói ver partir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dói ter que ir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolhas, é a vida é feita delas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrisco tudo sem saber onde vai dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me perco, me encontro e me perco de novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A volta não existe mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choro, sofro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é assim que tem que ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que posso entender?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8984050225531492960?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TPPfF4bW76I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OSzfzh9X_Xo/s1600/ralo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545020858362687394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TPPfF4bW76I/AAAAAAAAAEw/OSzfzh9X_Xo/s200/ralo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arremessada e entregue&lt;br /&gt;Perfeitamente sincronizado&lt;br /&gt;Toque, calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi como deveria ser&lt;br /&gt;Intenso em cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;Tempo não fazia diferença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que mais tarde em meu banho&lt;br /&gt;Junto com a água que caía do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Escorria você para o ralo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544686097838074530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TPKuoQSvaqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4FG8zx6bkCU/s200/contente%2Bcom%2Bmigalhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas luzes ludibriam e&lt;br /&gt;você se permite acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo poderia ser diferente, mas&lt;br /&gt;você realmente quer mudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que importam não são importantes,&lt;br /&gt;assim fica difícil fazer algo por você&lt;br /&gt;Não te culpo, mas&lt;br /&gt;porque não escuta tudo que digo todos os dias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendo a mão e&lt;br /&gt;você só segura por alguns instantes&lt;br /&gt;Esquece a dor para aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;as migalhas que te oferecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;agarre-a!&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã o seu telefone não irá tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TNWP5GKoXWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EeQQcJEg-v4/s200/whisky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536489527992409442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Garçom, sem gelo por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia de bar em bar&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia e eu explodo&lt;br /&gt;Já cansei de tentar achar,&lt;br /&gt;Resposta para tudo em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado me perguntar se eu ainda estou Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano se foi e eu não perdi nenhum dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe se eu pudesse te mostrar o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;talvez nossas vidas fizessem sentido lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Sabe se eu pudesse explicar o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;talvez os meus versos fossem menos confuso para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acho melhor parar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Fecha a conta que eu preciso ir&lt;br /&gt;Não faz parte de mim agir assim,&lt;br /&gt;Como você quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse não voltar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Não foi assim que eu imaginei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe se eu pudesse te mostrar o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;talvez nossas vidas fizessem sentido lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Sabe se eu pudesse explicar o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;talvez meus versos fossem menos confusos para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano e eu ainda aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mais um beijo e eu te deixo ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi assim que eu imaginei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Noção De Nada)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-6718856536833492411?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/6718856536833492411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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realidade,&lt;br /&gt;me perco sem volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final, o que resta para mim?&lt;br /&gt;Uma casa sem porta,&lt;br /&gt;uma cama vazia e&lt;br /&gt;uma imensa fenda no meu peito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-958385078511910112?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/958385078511910112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/vou-ao-ceu-e-retorno-ao-chao-mil-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/958385078511910112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;...Off By Heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The stars are aligned, but they don't align for us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Excuse me for I am the ocean, and I will starve for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Will you know how to stay brave?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Such fragile moments we share&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You are my everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Even with nothing to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;... Abandonado pelo coração &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As estrelas estão alinhadas, mas elas não se alinham por nós&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me desculpe por eu ser oceano, e eu vou passar fome por você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Você saberá como continuar corajosa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como frágeis momentos que nós compartilhamos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Você é tudo pra mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo sem nada a dizer&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyRight" title="Alinhar à direita" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 12);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif"  class="gl_align_right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;City and Colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyRight" title="Alinhar à direita" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 12);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-4858444314396816176?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/4858444314396816176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4858444314396816176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4858444314396816176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMpOkmZC2FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/84E9p9CB_Do/s72-c/x435.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-4652401312839441929</id><published>2010-10-27T00:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:14:45.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMeuctTskgI/AAAAAAAAADw/M_0Ag-86X6w/s1600/grito1-224x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMeuctTskgI/AAAAAAAAADw/M_0Ag-86X6w/s200/grito1-224x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532582475469722114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso mandar o que me desestabiliza embora, são tantas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Como encontrar a fórmula para tirar tudo isso daqui?&lt;br /&gt;Se é que existe uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode dar certo enquanto estiver aqui&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o escuro ainda for algo temeroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, eu não quero mais lembrar&lt;br /&gt;se passou tempo suficiente para que  se apague da minha memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez gritar  espante tudo que me aflige e assusta ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-4652401312839441929?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/4652401312839441929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/preciso-mandar-tudo-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4652401312839441929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4652401312839441929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/preciso-mandar-tudo-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMeuctTskgI/AAAAAAAAADw/M_0Ag-86X6w/s72-c/grito1-224x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-6828044899446923766</id><published>2010-10-26T17:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:07:42.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMc4scPt7WI/AAAAAAAAADo/40Ty7b-9YcA/s1600/de+ponta+cabe%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMc4scPt7WI/AAAAAAAAADo/40Ty7b-9YcA/s200/de+ponta+cabe%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532453003395460450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tentando, juro que estou tentando&lt;br /&gt;será que realmente você acredita?&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo está de ponta cabeça&lt;br /&gt;e quando as luzes apagam o vazio ocupa minha cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso disso,&lt;br /&gt;quero descobrir o que está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tão difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-6828044899446923766?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/6828044899446923766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/tentando-juro-que-estou-tentando-sera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6828044899446923766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6828044899446923766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/tentando-juro-que-estou-tentando-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMc4scPt7WI/AAAAAAAAADo/40Ty7b-9YcA/s72-c/de+ponta+cabe%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-519560663651727594</id><published>2010-10-26T03:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T03:52:03.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMZ5SC2gWoI/AAAAAAAAADg/t5nuFiYrpZM/s1600/cortada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMZ5SC2gWoI/AAAAAAAAADg/t5nuFiYrpZM/s200/cortada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532242543181322882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entro em transe se canto,&lt;br /&gt;desgraça vira encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração bate tanto,&lt;br /&gt;sinto tremores no corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pelos palcos que vivo,&lt;br /&gt;seguindo o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo desde menina,&lt;br /&gt;é muito mais do que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Itamar Assumpção)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-519560663651727594?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/519560663651727594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/entro-em-transe-se-canto-desgraca-vira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/519560663651727594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/519560663651727594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/10/entro-em-transe-se-canto-desgraca-vira.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TMZ5SC2gWoI/AAAAAAAAADg/t5nuFiYrpZM/s72-c/cortada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-6404638554214150117</id><published>2010-09-11T22:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:11:30.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu só queria entender por que sempre quem eu quero por perto me decepciona? Expectativa demais? Projeção inadequada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O engraçado é que a projeção que crio muitas vezes leva anos para acabar, estou sempre me enganando, sempre acreditando que as pessoas vão mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo acha que sou injusta e que sempre julgo as pessoas sem olhar para mim, mas a verdade é que eu digo o que penso sobre elas, e depois tento relevar seus defeitos, por que ninguém pode ser da maneira que a gente quer e acabam te magoando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não percebem é que certas atitudes magoam tanto que as vezes mesmo sem perceber abrem uma ferida profunda e essa ferida cicatriza aberta, apenas esperando uma nova pancada para abrir novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que você quer acreditar, quer ser justa e compreensiva, mas não dá, não dá para aguentar tudo, não dá para entender tudo, eu também sou humana e não consigo driblar todos os meus pensamentos, e sim acabo sendo tudo que querem manter distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo diz que sou muito boa em magoá-los, mas pergunto: Alguém já parou para pensar quantas vezes me magoou só por estar em um mau dia? É fácil me cobrar gentileza. Mas você não acha que a sua gentileza também seria relevante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre buscando pessoas que existem apenas na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-6404638554214150117?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/6404638554214150117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-so-queria-entender-o-por-que-tenho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6404638554214150117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6404638554214150117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-so-queria-entender-o-por-que-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-7487674679585321028</id><published>2010-08-21T05:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:43:29.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TG-RTJ4dmsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dc0enFeuANo/s1600/DSC08254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TG-RTJ4dmsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dc0enFeuANo/s200/DSC08254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507780627553688258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há uma ou duas semanas atrás, algumas pessoas bem empolgadas disseram que queriam fazer uma festa para comemorar o belo dia que nasci (modesta eu? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;), pensei, é será massa, mesmo não sendo o tipo de pessoa que gosta de ir a festas que são feitas para mim. Um detalhe a festa seria a fantasia. Todo mundo passou os dias subsequentes tentando encontrar uma fantasia adequada e como somos brasileiros natos, só arrumamos tudo nos 45 minutos do segundo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decoração ficou uma beleza, os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;salgadinhos&lt;/span&gt; uma delícia e claro um bolo que eu mesma preparei,  para fechar a comemoração. Muita correria e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aperreio&lt;/span&gt;, mas como tudo sempre acaba bem no final, hoje não foi diferente e vale salientar que o final foi a melhor parte da festa, depois que cantamos os parabéns e soprei as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;velinhas&lt;/span&gt;, abri os presentes, escuto um som muito agradável saindo da caixa de som, é me animei de uma maneira que se eu pudesse explicar com certeza vocês também ficariam animados só em ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fish&lt;/span&gt; rolando, coloco tudo que precisava me livrar para fora, pulei, gritei e juro a cada bexiga estourada menos um peso nas minhas costas, me senti aliviada, e quando penso que havia acabado outra coisa começa a rolar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;zander&lt;/span&gt;, nessa hora eu entendi que ainda tinha mais coisas para vomitar, ao final do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;, me sinto nova, pronta para encarar todos os desafios que virão nesse novo ano que começa hoje na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada a todas as pessoas que verdadeiramente quiseram estar perto de mim e fizeram que esse dia importante fosse também delas, não teria sido tão bom se não as tivesse por perto. Amo todas ao meu jeito e sinceramente espero que elas saibam disso, mesmo eu sendo quem sou e agindo da maneira que costumo agir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais delongas, quero apenas ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venha muita inspiração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-7487674679585321028?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/7487674679585321028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/08/ha-uma-ou-duas-semanas-atras-algumas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/7487674679585321028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/7487674679585321028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/08/ha-uma-ou-duas-semanas-atras-algumas.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/TG-RTJ4dmsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dc0enFeuANo/s72-c/DSC08254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-6106956421858198156</id><published>2010-08-05T19:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:00:16.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Latas de Cervejas.</title><content type='html'>Tem dias que tudo não passa de uma grande besteira&lt;br /&gt;Já em outros a maior besteira é a coisa mais importante&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento ser diferente, tento me divertir sem esquentar a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;mas fica difícil quando tudo conspira para atrapalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom humor apenas não é suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;sempre tem alguém ou algo que faz questão de estragar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;É tenho picos de humor, e não é sempre que sou a pessoa legal e simpática&lt;br /&gt;que "vocês" gostam de ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o que se essa sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Dormir na pia que não vou.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser eu, de ser quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa se não sigo os padrões&lt;br /&gt;do superficial que te conquista e ludibria,&lt;br /&gt;Meus conceitos e ideais vão muito além de latas de cervejas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-6106956421858198156?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/6106956421858198156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/08/latas-de-carvejas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6106956421858198156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6106956421858198156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/08/latas-de-carvejas.html' title='Latas de Cervejas.'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-2931656327179296842</id><published>2010-05-27T22:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:01:53.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sei, eu deveria escrever coisas concretas nesse blog e não desabafos como sempre faço, mas é isso que esse lugar é para mim, um divã que eu falo, falo e alguém só balança a cabeça, eu só preciso dizer o que penso e sinto. Não importa se eu escrevo bem ou não, eu só quero escrever e isso que me mantém firme, posso escrever besteiras incoerentes que não siga a norma padrão do português, mas alivia sentar aqui dizer tudo que me aflige, que me deixa bem ou qualquer anomalia que saia do meu cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse lugar é uma forma de eu ir além da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;introspecção&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compartilhar&lt;/span&gt; um pouco de mim com alguém, mesmo que eu acredite que talvez nenhuma pessoa tenha paciência para ler as coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clichês&lt;/span&gt; que escrevo, é um lugar meu, com minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt; e expressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim me sinto livre, livre para pensar e escrever qualquer porcaria que eu quiser. Sou dona das minhas ideias e pensamentos, utilizo da melhor forma a minha autonomia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-2931656327179296842?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/2931656327179296842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sei-eu-deveria-escrever-coisas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2931656327179296842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2931656327179296842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sei-eu-deveria-escrever-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-388672885273463007</id><published>2010-05-02T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:48:07.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu penso, vivo e sinto..</title><content type='html'>Deixo o piloto automático para trás e novamente retorno, foi fácil ficar acomodada enquanto as coisas apenas seguiam, não como eu queria, mas como eu pensava que deveriam seguir, era mais tranquilo. Por essa acomodação fui perdendo a minha essência e me afastando de tudo e todos que de alguma maneira e com sua maneira queriam me ajudar. Faz alguns dias que venho percebendo o quanto perdi com as minhas "auto-agressões" e ainda estou perdendo, ser feliz é um estado de espírito onde você deve ser o único responsável, eu apenas estava esperando que os outros me fizessem feliz, mas eles não tem esse poder, eu tenho! Depende de mim, única e exclusivamente de mim, parece egocêntrico? É, eu sei! Mas se eu não for dona da minha felicidade, como vou conseguir deixar que os outros façam parte dela? Primeiro a encontramos dentro de nós, depois os outros contribuem para que ela não se perca e vá embora. Descobri isso de uma forma difícil e dolorosa, chorei, achei que nada podia mais fazer sentido, quis amigos que eu mesma afastei... Falo como se não tivesse ninguém comigo, sim alguém não desistiu de mim e  foi por esse alguém que quis descobrir por que me sentia infeliz, por que eu não era mais a mesma e é por esse alguém que decidi fazer tudo diferente e ser feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-388672885273463007?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/388672885273463007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-penso-vivo-e-sinto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/388672885273463007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/388672885273463007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-penso-vivo-e-sinto.html' title='Eu penso, vivo e sinto..'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8320951696969150936</id><published>2009-11-17T16:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:22:54.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Tem um tempão que escrevi isso, mas achei que deveria postar isso hj. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega o que é teu e guarda&lt;br /&gt;Não deixa escapar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia seja tarde&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é cedo demais para entender qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas também posso voltar&lt;br /&gt;Não faço promessas que não posso cumprir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade é algo que mata&lt;br /&gt;Mas também que ressuscita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue me entender?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue acreditar no que digo?&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que sim, não me é o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua verdade qual é?&lt;br /&gt;A minha já cansei de dizer&lt;br /&gt;Você gravou nossas conversas?&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa mudou em você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suas palavras estão aqui comigo&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo duvidar de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quê Entender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Jordão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8320951696969150936?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/8320951696969150936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8320951696969150936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8320951696969150936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-4893155856279870818</id><published>2009-05-16T12:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:09:36.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/Sg7k_-BvN2I/AAAAAAAAACc/UH1pmV2Y9v4/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336454396113794914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/Sg7k_-BvN2I/AAAAAAAAACc/UH1pmV2Y9v4/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Desde ontem que me sinto assim estranha, sem saber ao certo o que pensar. São tantas as coisas que vieram à tona, eu estava assistindo uma parada na tv e a reportagem me fez lembrar coisas que eu sempre tento esquecer, me perguntei por que não agi com coragem, por que não fui mais forte, e por incrível que pareça até agora não encontrei a resposta, ainda me culpo por aqueles dias, mesmo tentando me convencer o tempo todo que a culpa não foi minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro de mim as coisas estão uma bagunça e não queria que estivessem assim. Queria ter certeza do que fazer, na verdade eu só queria certeza e o resto viria com o tempo. Mas parece uma coisa tão difícil de conseguir, as pessoas não querem dar o gosto da certeza para ninguém, a graça deve ser deixar sempre alguém com dúvidas, isso um dia me deixa louca, disso eu tenho certeza."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-4893155856279870818?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/4893155856279870818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/05/desde-ontem-que-me-sinto-assim-estranha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4893155856279870818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4893155856279870818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/05/desde-ontem-que-me-sinto-assim-estranha.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/Sg7k_-BvN2I/AAAAAAAAACc/UH1pmV2Y9v4/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-6107249694936817182</id><published>2009-05-13T10:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:57:59.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>* )</title><content type='html'>Ando tão ansiosa que meu corpo está respondendo de uma forma desagradável, incrível como tudo na minha vida tem uma intensidade que acaba me dando algum problema, mas sei que se não vivesse assim buscando sempre mais intensidade, minha vida não teria o menor sentido. Não vejo a hora das coisas acontecerem, para essa ansiedade ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz, me sinto menos frustrada e isso por mais que minha cabeça esteja doendo é maravilhosoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-6107249694936817182?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/6107249694936817182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6107249694936817182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/6107249694936817182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='* )'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-3255498817928956963</id><published>2009-04-09T09:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:13:57.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>°*.</title><content type='html'>"Algo dominou o que pensei que não seria mais dominado, sinto-me presa à algo que não me pertence. Não dá mais para fugir, me deixei levar, sem pensar e em poucos dias foi ganhando espaço em um lugar onde já não tinha espaço para ninguém, quero de volta o que é meu, não disse que podia ficar. Dizer o que sinto não me deixou menos confusa, por alguns instantes talvez, mas logo depois voltei ao meu estado de espírito que é sempre uma constante confusão."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-3255498817928956963?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/3255498817928956963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3255498817928956963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/3255498817928956963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='°*.'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-690661350481876615</id><published>2009-04-04T19:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:24:52.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando..</title><content type='html'>"Confusa é a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Coberta de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Implícito é o que se pensa,&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos voam para várias &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;direções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa, pensar, pensando...&lt;br /&gt;Em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Inútil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Estulto&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Não há por que's nem ressalvas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tudo mesmo é aprendizado&lt;br /&gt;E não há como se preterir isso."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-690661350481876615?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/690661350481876615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/690661350481876615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/690661350481876615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensando.html' title='Pensando..'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-140387281448552703</id><published>2009-03-23T09:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:31:31.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me faz falta!</title><content type='html'>"O não para a festa mais esperada&lt;br /&gt;As brigas inesperadas&lt;br /&gt;O chute na porta para me acordar de manhã (Emille)&lt;br /&gt;Os dias assistindo desenho&lt;br /&gt;As danças desordenadas na sala&lt;br /&gt;A família nos dias de domingo comendo aquela macarronada&lt;br /&gt;As reuniões em família quando algo estava errado&lt;br /&gt;Os abraços com a roupa molhada depois de lavar AQUELA louça&lt;br /&gt;Os puxões de orelha&lt;br /&gt;Ai as comidas, disso tenho muita saudade rs&lt;br /&gt;O colo para chorar&lt;br /&gt;A falta de responsabilidade (é bom ser responsável, mas nem tanto)&lt;br /&gt;Não ter tanta liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Ter pra quem recorrer nos dias sombrios&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pizzas que comemos juntos&lt;br /&gt;As partidas de dominó, e claro passar por debaixo da mesa quando perdia de zero rs&lt;br /&gt;As minhas crianças&lt;br /&gt;Os meus cachorros&lt;br /&gt;A minha tartaruga&lt;br /&gt;O frio&lt;br /&gt;As chuvas constantes&lt;br /&gt;A proteção excessiva&lt;br /&gt;Os mimos&lt;br /&gt;As reclamações&lt;br /&gt;As cobranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tudo me faz falta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas eram horríveis, mas agora sei que eram certas&lt;br /&gt;Por que chega a hora que percebemos que são essas pessoas que não escolhemos para viver do nosso lado que nos tornam alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-140387281448552703?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/140387281448552703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-me-faz-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/140387281448552703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/140387281448552703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-me-faz-falta.html' title='O que me faz falta!'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-4490122456650696356</id><published>2009-03-20T08:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:00:39.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>..*</title><content type='html'>"Não entendo muitas coisas e muitas delas não quero entender. A certas sensações que só são especiais por que não há como explicar, sinto como se transbordasse essas sensações inexplicáveis, e por mais que os dias não estejam fáceis, está me fazendo muito bem sentir isso."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-4490122456650696356?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/4490122456650696356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4490122456650696356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/4490122456650696356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html' title='..*'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-2027443544145452333</id><published>2009-03-18T10:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:32:32.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>18!!</title><content type='html'>"Apenas um número para a maioria das pessoas, mas para quem quer saber ele é um número mágico, mero acaso? Não sei!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-2027443544145452333?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/2027443544145452333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2027443544145452333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2027443544145452333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/18.html' title='18!!'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8297795357209492591</id><published>2009-03-16T08:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:51:42.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oO</title><content type='html'>"Agora espero o tempo passar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8297795357209492591?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/8297795357209492591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/oo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8297795357209492591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8297795357209492591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/oo.html' title='oO'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-2113271747194226228</id><published>2009-03-11T08:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:08:50.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>!..</title><content type='html'>"Não me interessa se é certo ou errado, apenas sou assim, não me interessa as consequências!&lt;br /&gt;Você escolhe: segue comigo e meus defeitos ou procura alguém com defeitos aceitáveis que você engula sem precisar de um copo d'água."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-2113271747194226228?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/2113271747194226228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2113271747194226228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2113271747194226228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='!..'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-2092252423519760132</id><published>2009-02-27T09:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:34:44.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sofrimento é uma coisa relativa, qual é a graça de se viver se não tiver um pouco de tristeza, a vida passa a ser sem graça, sem emoção, é, sofrer dói, dá vontade de morrer, mas o que dá cor a alegria é a tristeza, se não sofrêssemos não aprenderíamos a dar valor as coisas, aos momentos de triunfo, aos momentos simples, por que quando vem a tristeza ela vai embora com a coisa mais boba do seu dia, com um detalhe, algo que se você não estivesse triste não faria a menor diferença, todas as emoções se completam e tudo não passa de estado de espírito, tudo é muito instável, uma pessoa estável de sentimentos é uma pessoa morta, por que não há coisa mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dolorida&lt;/span&gt; do que uma vida mórbida, a pessoa se acostuma tanto a repetir os dias, que a rotina dói, mas ela não consegue sair dela, não consegue mudar, não consegue se livrar das coisas que incomodam, até por que chega uma hora que tanto faz, é nesse momento que as pessoas deveriam parar um minuto e se libertar, a gente nasce para ser feliz, para ter prazer em viver e não para viver no comodismo. Temos que nos arriscar, se doar por inteiro em tudo, sem pensar em como vai ser amanhã, um banho de chuva pode ser muito interessante se você se deixar levar pelo momento, ir à casa de uma amiga pode ser muito divertido se não estava programado, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;planeje&lt;/span&gt; somente o necessário e curta o máximo possível por que só se vive uma vez e por mais que pareça loucura correr pelado na praia não é tão ruim assim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viver intensamente essa é a regra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fighters&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Live&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xt7Rv4AgJfo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xt7Rv4AgJfo&amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feature&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-2092252423519760132?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/2092252423519760132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/02/sofrimento-e-uma-coisa-relativa-qual-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2092252423519760132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/2092252423519760132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/02/sofrimento-e-uma-coisa-relativa-qual-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586525446149989147.post-8973492122263865906</id><published>2009-02-19T09:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:29:04.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo em um mundo que não posso ser encontrada, um lugar só meu onde nada pode me tocar, nada pode me ferir. Vivo submersa em um mundo onde tudo é completo e vazio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586525446149989147-8973492122263865906?l=carolljordao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/feeds/8973492122263865906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8973492122263865906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586525446149989147/posts/default/8973492122263865906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolljordao.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carol Jordão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774397762291974446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx-s8zB1GGw/S94RZnGrDYI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs_bRRwpcgg/S220/euuu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
