<?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-5757655026455997430</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:36:04.136Z</updated><title type='text'>A Magia de um sonho</title><subtitle type='html'>Versatilidade de pensamentos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-8071198065430069339</id><published>2007-12-30T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:32:26.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensei ser feliz um dia. Aquele dia em que acordara e um esplêndido sorriso me acompanhasse o rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me na esperança de poder segurar-me, mas ao primeiro passo caio estendida naquele chão. Os meus olhos aguentavam um sangue d'alma que me fugia pela face a cada batida do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Olhava a toda a volta e jamais conseguia sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Desabou o mundo e na tentativa de o reconstruir destruiram-no ainda mais. Verdade, os ditos verdadeiros amigos, não estavam lá. Ou se estavam, esconderam-se algures bem longe de mim.&lt;br /&gt;A família. Esperem lá, família? Não. Nem tenho família. Tenho pessoas que habitam a mesma casa que eu. Esses, são como desconhecidos que dão pinceladas negras a cada obra inacabada.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele brinquedo de corda começa a descolar e a tornar-se tão frágil que mal consegue funcionar.&lt;br /&gt;A fragilidade com que lhe tocaram quase que o faziam boiar naquele sangue, sangue d'alma que atormentava todos os instantes em que conseguia respirar.&lt;br /&gt;O sustentar de uma respiração tornava-se hábito e ia tentando recuperar aquele pedaço que ficou, entre estragos, entre vazios, entre uma imensa escuridão que jamais se iluminara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Abdica. Sê rei de ti próprio."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-8071198065430069339?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/8071198065430069339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=8071198065430069339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/8071198065430069339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/8071198065430069339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/12/pensei-ser-feliz-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-7389422785665487526</id><published>2007-05-27T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:13:48.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Realmente realizada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RlnXhYnA-oI/AAAAAAAAACI/Sy44pKjkIlA/s1600-h/DSCN24852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069319824123951746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RlnXhYnA-oI/AAAAAAAAACI/Sy44pKjkIlA/s320/DSCN24852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realizada me sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto aquele aperto, aperto daquela felicidade que se quer despertar em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqueles rostos com aqueles sorrisos envolventes, aquelas expressões que me causavam maior inveja, aqueles sentimentos que faziam de mim fraca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Criar em mim uma barreira de força. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminhar por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorrir e gritar que afinal poderei ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o coração vazio, mas colorido…&lt;br /&gt;Aberto para a melhor das coisas!&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de voar na minha imaginação!&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar a todos o belo que o mundo possui…&lt;br /&gt;Abrir asas para aqueles melhores sentimentos!&lt;br /&gt;Para ver um sorriso na face de pessoas tão lindas!&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar a vida como uma grande amiga!&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir para ela para que tudo me possa acontecer das melhores das formas…&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar com força aquilo que tanto quero, aquilo que me faz bem…&lt;br /&gt;Gritar para que vejam que me libertei daquela escuridão tão inimiga!&lt;br /&gt;Para acreditarem que não é ficando ali que conseguimos…&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, lutando para conseguirmos alcançar o tão desejado!&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando que no nosso coração pode até ainda permanecer aquela infantilidade de muitos anos….&lt;br /&gt;Aquela infantilidade que nos agarra no profundo e nos toca de uma forma brilhante! Mas que de igual forma conseguimos olhar para nós e para o mundo e definirmo-nos como um ser criado por nós e sobretudo por aquilo e aqueles que tiveram sempre presentes ali!&lt;br /&gt;Um brilho desde o primeiro momento que nos faz acreditar que o belo da vida é sabê-la viver um dia de cada vez…&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitando tudo o que nos vá acontecendo e guardando para nós bem no centro dos nossos corações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-7389422785665487526?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/7389422785665487526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=7389422785665487526' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/7389422785665487526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/7389422785665487526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/05/realmente-realizada.html' title='Realmente realizada!'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RlnXhYnA-oI/AAAAAAAAACI/Sy44pKjkIlA/s72-c/DSCN24852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-2728012174589911678</id><published>2007-05-12T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:52:40.635Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RkX_OobdlyI/AAAAAAAAACA/dzJ5n7ZI2_c/s1600-h/DSCN23252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063733982883845922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RkX_OobdlyI/AAAAAAAAACA/dzJ5n7ZI2_c/s320/DSCN23252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorrir para apagar as lágrimas? :'X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorrir. Virar a página a este sentimento e manter o outro que conquistou o meu lugar como Melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ganhar força para ser a que deu força a quem sempre precisou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Levantar a cabeça mesmo nos momentos em que as derradeiras lágrimas invadirem o meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cruzar-me com aquele fundo que traz a força em mim omitida pelo medo de perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agir. Sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha coragem de ser aquilo sorridente que querem de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dar o primeiro passo para aquilo que me dará maior gozo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tentar omitir o que vai dentro de mim e fazer proveito daquilo que ocupará aquilo que de certo me invade como tão doloroso !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(L'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-2728012174589911678?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/2728012174589911678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=2728012174589911678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/2728012174589911678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/2728012174589911678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorrir-para-apagar-as-lgrimas-x-sorrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RkX_OobdlyI/AAAAAAAAACA/dzJ5n7ZI2_c/s72-c/DSCN23252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-5533357270527462320</id><published>2007-05-03T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:53:07.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Portadora de tal dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RjoviIbdlxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wAEoa0oodL4/s1600-h/DSCN23232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060409394728900370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RjoviIbdlxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wAEoa0oodL4/s320/DSCN23232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mágoas sentidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medo. Receio. Vontade de transmitir o que aqui vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele parecer que nos roubam o que nos pertence &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela fraqueza que nos dá e aquelas lágrimas que em sintonia com o sofrimento caem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vontade que nos dá de desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De seguir para aquele mundo de incertezas em que me guardei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixar o meu sentimento voar. Abalar a tamanha dor que invadiu o maior dos sorrisos. O maior dos bens presentes em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminharei por mim, um dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-5533357270527462320?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/5533357270527462320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=5533357270527462320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/5533357270527462320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/5533357270527462320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/05/portadora-de-tal-dor.html' title='Portadora de tal dor'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RjoviIbdlxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wAEoa0oodL4/s72-c/DSCN23232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-8429338345172300095</id><published>2007-04-13T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:16:22.442Z</updated><title type='text'>ODIOSO SENTIMENTO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RiAOxBRAdhI/AAAAAAAAABw/etwpcF_ZssY/s1600-h/DSCN22151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053055017225844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RiAOxBRAdhI/AAAAAAAAABw/etwpcF_ZssY/s320/DSCN22151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Odioso sentimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele que me invade nos momentos em que quero sorrir. Nos momentos em que afinal até estou bem, ou aparento estar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A força que é perdida. A vontade de chorar. Aquela sensação de aperto que mal me deixa falar. O quase inexistente espaço para explicações em mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim. Torno-me totalmente impossibilitada de fazer o que realmente me daria tamanho gozo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As coisas tornam-se quase como bichinhos daqueles que causam milhentos efeitos em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Incompreensível, talvez o seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas nasce. Mas vem do profundo. Como se fosse tão necesssário perder um sorriso. Aquele sorriso que por instantes poderia ser o mais lindo de todos, torna-se no mais derradeiro. Torna-se naquele que de momento não traz consigo aquelas tantas forças que já ali permaneceram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquelas forças que faziam dele o melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forças perdidas. Tornadas num irrepetivel "espaço negro" que se cruzara vezes sem conta com aquele que em tempos seria o mais brilhante de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-8429338345172300095?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/8429338345172300095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=8429338345172300095' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/8429338345172300095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/8429338345172300095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/04/odioso-sentimento.html' title='ODIOSO SENTIMENTO!'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RiAOxBRAdhI/AAAAAAAAABw/etwpcF_ZssY/s72-c/DSCN22151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-3568696012981619806</id><published>2007-04-06T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:49:59.357Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque existem aquelas sensações que omitimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque o quadro que pintei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque os traços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque o caminho que tentei desenhar ali mesmo chegam em sonhos, mas no momento em que.. Tudo muda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A história criada ali, por mim, só por mim faz da perfeição nula e do idealismo quase, mas quase inalcançável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquelas cores que se tornam, ou melhor, nem se tornam. (Ou fica tudo incolor, ou com o mais negro possível.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(porque escrevi umas tantas coisas antes destas, mas decidi fazer 'delete'. Porque bastaram estas pra transmitir o que quis e o que precisei.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;\/         beijinho da Mii *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-3568696012981619806?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/3568696012981619806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=3568696012981619806' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/3568696012981619806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/3568696012981619806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/04/porque-existem-aquelas-sensaes-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-1225038279031255223</id><published>2007-02-10T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:55:38.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Desalmadamente sentindo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rc3YNDT312I/AAAAAAAAABg/OyikCvEgnTY/s1600-h/DSCN16051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029914077581268834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rc3YNDT312I/AAAAAAAAABg/OyikCvEgnTY/s320/DSCN16051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentimento que não mostra o negro escondido no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que esconde as lágrimas bem lá no fundo só para mostrar que ela até é uma menina feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que a faz revirar os olhos para que elas não possam de maneira alguma cair. Que a faz deixar'se cair. Que a faz perder aquela vontade de lutar. Que não lhe dá a força para levar tudo como um sentimento daqueles que sempre se cruzaram com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei lá mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele sentimento de receio. Que a faz ficar nervosa. Que a faz chorar. Que a faz rir de si própria. Que a faz manter'se no mesmo lugar. No mesmo instante. Que a faz ter saudade. Que a faz querer falar, mas na verdade só consegue falar com o seu subconsciente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela maneira inexplicável de sentir o que sinto aqui. ali. acolá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No pensamento. No coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele vermelho do sentimento ou aquele negro do sentimento? Sem saber distinguir guardo em mim aquela incondicional misera dor que permanece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o inconfessável torna'se imensamente mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque ela sente. Mas ela não deve sentir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque ela está confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque ela está perdida algures por lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque ela já não é aquela que era. Porque aquela dor se torna de tal maneira forte que a faz querer desaparecer e ficar só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdeu. Perdeu. Ela perdeu. O quê?! Não interessa, mas ela perdeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era ela, a tal menina feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora é ela, a tal menina miseravelmente perdida no medo de perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No medo. Medo que possa levar aquilo tão precioso na luta pelo tal sorriso escondido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque se sente estranhamente sentida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque no fundo é a tal menina que sente inevitavelmente sentindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Beijinho da Mii*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-1225038279031255223?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/1225038279031255223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=1225038279031255223' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/1225038279031255223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/1225038279031255223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/02/desalmadamente-sentindo.html' title='Desalmadamente sentindo.'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rc3YNDT312I/AAAAAAAAABg/OyikCvEgnTY/s72-c/DSCN16051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-2395087090142798142</id><published>2007-02-08T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:43:58.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia diferente. Menina especial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rct9ajT311I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y-KVFDxUIDk/s1600-h/picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029251303997953874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rct9ajT311I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y-KVFDxUIDk/s320/picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia confuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia em que não sabia ond&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rct8-jT310I/AAAAAAAAABE/xfYRwdylyoI/s1600-h/picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e estava. O que fazia. O que me estava a acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Momento que gostei especialmente hoje foi por volta das oito menos tal da manhã quando me deu para enviar isto à menina Vânia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pareces minha mãe às vezes =) não digo mãe,digo irmã mais velha. Tu agora tens o tal poder de falar quando eu não sou capaz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E porque eu sei que se gostar não tenho que obrigatoriamente ser correspondida. Não tenho de falar. Não tenho de sofrer. Tenho de sentir o poder do sentimento que entrou dentro de mim. Não vou desfazer nada de nada daquele sentimento. Vou ultrapassar cada etapa que ele me propõe viver. Não vou chorar. Vou rir. Vou ser amiga. Vou ajudar. Vou estar lá no melhor e no pior. Não vou destruir tudo por causa de um pensamento menos bom que me fez duvidar do valor que trago dentro de mim. [como toda a gente traz]. Beijinho Vaniazica &lt;3&lt;3~"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fico contentissima quando ouço boas palavras vindas dela. Quando ouço ela dizer que gosta de me ouvir. Quando ela simplesmente dá a mostrar que fez proveito do que eu tentei explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto dela &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto destes miminhos que a vida nos dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Porque hoje o dia ainda irá melhorar (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Beijinhos da Mii *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5757655026455997430-2395087090142798142?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/2395087090142798142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=2395087090142798142' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/2395087090142798142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/2395087090142798142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/02/dia-diferente-menina-especial.html' title='Dia diferente. Menina especial.'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rct9ajT311I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y-KVFDxUIDk/s72-c/picture+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-7892412565005103037</id><published>2007-02-07T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:43:58.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto-me estranhamente miserável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele sentimento de revolta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela sensação de liberdade (ou até não) que se cria aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto o mundo a cair bem ali por baixo dos meus pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto-me inútil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela sensação que se transforma em dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou até não, porque não sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sinto. Sinto somente aquela vontade de desaparecer. De não ser o que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aparvalhadamente doente a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medo. Ou até não, mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E páro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada me entra. Mas ao mesmo tempo tudo fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Misera vida. Será?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porquê sentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porquê sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou melhor.. Porquê ter de sentir? Porquê ter de sofrer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. Talvez até saiba. Talvez seja sentindo e passando por cada momento menos bom que aprendamos a ser alguém. Que aprendamos alguma coisa de importante para formar o nosso verdadeiro subconsciente. Quem sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas mantenho a minha posição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mantenho aquela posição que me faz não querer pertencer aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que não me deixa ter forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Porque não as quero ou porque não consigo mesmo?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia daqueles em que nada me faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que estou aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que amo toda aquela gentinha [que até me faz bem].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que o pensamento vai prala da distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que aquela beleza interior se tornou incrivelmente má. [será?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bem.. E aquele sentimento de escuridão mantém-se perdido aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei se o queria ou não. Mas que está lá, está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beijinho da Mii *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-7892412565005103037?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/7892412565005103037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=7892412565005103037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/7892412565005103037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/7892412565005103037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/02/sinto-me-estranhamente-miservel.html' title=''/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-4681102656636250140</id><published>2007-02-05T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:24:29.195Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rcdgdzq8LUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/550Wl9tuqSE/s1600-h/DSCN1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028093574185233730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rcdgdzq8LUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/550Wl9tuqSE/s320/DSCN1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RcdgGTq8LTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l6fZ9YbwtaI/s1600-h/DSCN1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentimento este que me faz voar. Que me faz sentir. Que me faz querer gritar. Que me faz rir. Sorrir. Que faz criar em mim aquelas mil e uma sensações de magia total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não o busquei. Não pedi que me invadisse sequer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apareceu em mim. Brilhou. Fez do meu pensamento, confusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brilha dentro de mim. Dá pulos e mais pulos. Vive. Puxa por mim. Fala-me ao ouvido naqueles tais momentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele sentimento que criou em mim aquela perfeita sensação de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz estar nervosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz corar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me põe a tal menina tímida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz sentir como se tivesse aquela minha outra idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz ir buscar forças ao impossível imaginado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz a tal menina feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz ir pralá do bem estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz transbordar dos olhos a tal alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que faz isto. Aquilo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me deixa aparvalhadamente bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me faz sentir a tal menina invejadamente FELIZ !! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3 Adoro aquele sentimento !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijinho da Mii * :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-4681102656636250140?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/4681102656636250140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=4681102656636250140' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/4681102656636250140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/4681102656636250140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/02/sentimento-este-que-me-faz-voar.html' title=''/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/Rcdgdzq8LUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/550Wl9tuqSE/s72-c/DSCN1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757655026455997430.post-6395853745994544107</id><published>2007-01-14T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:23:14.510Z</updated><title type='text'>O pedaço que faltava !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RaqfL_bWmCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkBd_I185IA/s1600-h/DSCN1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019999763011377186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RaqfL_bWmCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkBd_I185IA/s320/DSCN1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela sensação de vácuo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela sensação de angustia total...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele sentimento que fazia de mim não a pior, mas a mais fraca !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela sensação de tremendo desprezo que no fundo era a realidade vista por todos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas aquela tal sensação passada se tornou !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele sorriso fingido tornou-se no "sorriso mais sorridente" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o vazio tornou a ficar repleto de coisas boas que faziam de mim "a melhor" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faziam de mim a menina cujas últimas lágrimas foram também um último grito para o meu coração sentir que não é a sofrer pelas coisas que se tornam tão miseras e tão insignificantes que somos felizes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras de um coração que precisou desta última peça para entender que afinal não se desiste desta luta pelo sorriso que se havia escondido algures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto autoria da Miii :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para um novo começo de vida, um novo blog !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijinhos *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757655026455997430-6395853745994544107?l=followasimplerule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/feeds/6395853745994544107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5757655026455997430&amp;postID=6395853745994544107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/6395853745994544107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5757655026455997430/posts/default/6395853745994544107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://followasimplerule.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-pedao-que-faltava.html' title='O pedaço que faltava !'/><author><name>Miii*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05379007604990380221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WiKIn6lVZDE/RaqfL_bWmCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NkBd_I185IA/s72-c/DSCN1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
