<?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-810805679495096119</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:49:48.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejavú</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-3882725683888826648</id><published>2009-06-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:08:39.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SiRspaHshgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5xLRwXH0a20/s1600-h/ATgAAACFzibli93Aom37tCoslRBhdhimCMzD2Zrux1cmJJ2-2T3V7Og3i7vtmjU9mP8pet7_6z0zN36K-26gleBNpGi5AJtU9VDtHLGKrhw_t9lcbpAIUsXnsxaLvQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342514516610287106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SiRspaHshgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5xLRwXH0a20/s320/ATgAAACFzibli93Aom37tCoslRBhdhimCMzD2Zrux1cmJJ2-2T3V7Og3i7vtmjU9mP8pet7_6z0zN36K-26gleBNpGi5AJtU9VDtHLGKrhw_t9lcbpAIUsXnsxaLvQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    Ela queria que alguem escolhece ela ..ela queria que escutassem o que ela dizia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    Ela tinha esperança que um dia tudo isso acontecesse , mais sabia que cada dia isso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    estava mais longe de sua jornada , mais mesmo assim ela tinha esperança .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    Boba essa menina nada muda nesse mundo ..e não vai mudar porque simplesmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     ela quer .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-3882725683888826648?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3882725683888826648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=3882725683888826648' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3882725683888826648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3882725683888826648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-queria-que-alguem-escolhece-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SiRspaHshgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5xLRwXH0a20/s72-c/ATgAAACFzibli93Aom37tCoslRBhdhimCMzD2Zrux1cmJJ2-2T3V7Og3i7vtmjU9mP8pet7_6z0zN36K-26gleBNpGi5AJtU9VDtHLGKrhw_t9lcbpAIUsXnsxaLvQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-3168392765901103473</id><published>2008-09-18T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:44:57.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inútil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SNMCPRmVPSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_8k6Su4hMew/s1600-h/17987887_86426ea18c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247540452262231330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SNMCPRmVPSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_8k6Su4hMew/s320/17987887_86426ea18c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lhe concedo minhas costas ao ouvir bobagens , que não me dão alguma informação necessariá .&lt;br /&gt;Mil adjetivos para uma simples palavra :Atitude  sf. postura do corpo; norma de proceder; reação ou tendência determinada de comportamento em relação a qualquer estímulo ou situação; propósito ou modo de expressar esse propósito .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que muita gente,simplesmente não tem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-3168392765901103473?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3168392765901103473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=3168392765901103473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3168392765901103473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3168392765901103473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/09/intil.html' title='Inútil'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SNMCPRmVPSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_8k6Su4hMew/s72-c/17987887_86426ea18c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-7114013346100936348</id><published>2008-08-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:05:18.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SLIs9szbpoI/AAAAAAAAADg/NXjBglKa0Bw/s1600-h/mulher+caminhando+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238298755095832194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SLIs9szbpoI/AAAAAAAAADg/NXjBglKa0Bw/s320/mulher+caminhando+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Encontrar alguem diferente de todos pelos caminhos da vida , nunca pensei conseguir mais como magica você apareceu e transforma tudo tão facilmente  que me pergunto como consegue .&lt;br /&gt;Se acredita- se em anjos diria que você é um , mais me contento com a ideia que andei na direção certa quando te encontrei , leve , calma , serena você tem o poder de me deixar assim com suas palavras tão calmas e moles ..que dão a impressão que está tão cansado para falar , mais tudo se torna tão lindo por ser tão simples sem grande esforço para parecer algo interresante que acaba despertando a minha atenção .&lt;br /&gt; Ao menos posso contemplar seu jeito e não me sentir envergonhada com o seu sorriso  descompromissado ..pois pra você meus segredos se tornaram visiveis em meu olhar .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-7114013346100936348?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7114013346100936348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=7114013346100936348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/7114013346100936348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/7114013346100936348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/encontrar-alguem-diferente-de-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SLIs9szbpoI/AAAAAAAAADg/NXjBglKa0Bw/s72-c/mulher+caminhando+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-7475421013674414186</id><published>2008-08-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:03:43.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipático</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKyhimYwXtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/46zAjuuScas/s1600-h/36679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738082517049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKyhimYwXtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/46zAjuuScas/s320/36679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hoje estou antipática a tudo e a todos portanto , só estou escrevendo pelo simples fato de me sentir melhor quando faço um post .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei feliz como todos os dias , mais honestamente hoje me sinto uma lixo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cansada , com sono sem animo num estado de apátia bem dizendo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais é so isso já escrevi demais sobre o meu dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-7475421013674414186?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7475421013674414186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=7475421013674414186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/7475421013674414186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/7475421013674414186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/antiptico.html' title='Antipático'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKyhimYwXtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/46zAjuuScas/s72-c/36679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-2757584952396804904</id><published>2008-08-19T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:01:40.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKtcUj6777I/AAAAAAAAADI/bHsSLgQXvwI/s1600-h/desventuras2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236380500057911218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKtcUj6777I/AAAAAAAAADI/bHsSLgQXvwI/s320/desventuras2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rotina nova ..me sinto feliz como a tempos não sentia .&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar ,estudar ,tudo me parece tão importante como não fora anteriormente .&lt;br /&gt;Hoje consigo dar valor a essas grande coisas que antes me pareciam tão pequenas perto de outras que não exigião tanta importancia .&lt;br /&gt;O fato de eu estar mais conectada a eles me faz esquecer dores  , pode parecer uma fuga e no caso seria uma fuga mesmo .&lt;br /&gt;Mais não me importo oque eu quero e ser feliz de qualquer forma .&lt;br /&gt;Saindo , me divertindo com as pequenas coisas que meus amigos me proporcionam , risadas descompromissadas e sem motivo , coisas que sempre me fizeram bem mais nunca me foram importantes .&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu as quero bem proximas de mim , de preferencia todo dia ,  quero voltar a sentir aquela dor na barriga de tanto rir , aquela sensação de loucura descompromissada , eu quero , eu desejo isso !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-2757584952396804904?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/2757584952396804904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=2757584952396804904' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/2757584952396804904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/2757584952396804904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/rotina-nova.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKtcUj6777I/AAAAAAAAADI/bHsSLgQXvwI/s72-c/desventuras2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-3516051351500699634</id><published>2008-08-18T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:44:27.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKn5EwdDfDI/AAAAAAAAADA/GBJyD9fLnLg/s1600-h/vintage_polaroid_by_hexachi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235989901916470322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKn5EwdDfDI/AAAAAAAAADA/GBJyD9fLnLg/s320/vintage_polaroid_by_hexachi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Começando a fazer planos futuros , me esbarro com lembranças do passado , alguma boas outras ruins mais todas se fecham em uma sessão nostalgia .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me projeto a fazer planos para um futuro proximo , como passar no vestibular ,estudar mais , ser mais decidida e menos confusa .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo que um ser humano normal pode querer !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Até me passou pela cabeça construir uma vida nova sem nada do passado , so com os do presente e de preferencia os que me fazem bem .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mais o passado bem o mau faz parte do meu futuro e por mais triste ou feliz ele  se faz  necessario nem que seja para ser lembrado como fotos que congelam momentos para sempre .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é viver é lembrar do que já foi feito e planejar o que virá .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra mim isso é o mais importa hoje so por hoje .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/810805679495096119-3516051351500699634?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3516051351500699634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=3516051351500699634' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3516051351500699634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3516051351500699634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/comeando-fazer-planos-futuros-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKn5EwdDfDI/AAAAAAAAADA/GBJyD9fLnLg/s72-c/vintage_polaroid_by_hexachi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-5813368837209722534</id><published>2008-08-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:45:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKi08iIqgII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7WOfHTFRLAQ/s1600-h/1174346302_sofrimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235633518866497666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKi08iIqgII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7WOfHTFRLAQ/s320/1174346302_sofrimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certa vez ouvi falar que quando se encontra o grande amor da sua vida o tempo para !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo parece tão pequeno porque a unica coisa que importa é a presença da pessoa  amada , e estar perto dela mesmo que de longe .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais o que as pessoas quase não comentam é que o amor nem sempre é uma sensação boa .As vezes se torna um vicio , uma droga que se ingeta em suas veias envenenando tudo que você tinha de bom , sua vida , seus pensamentos sempre serão daquela pessoa por mais que você lute para que eles se voltem a qualquer outro assunto , no começo é paixão depois o que restar é amor é oque dizem os estudos . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Porém do meu ponto de vista a paixão , amor , encantamento são diferentes mais na sua essencia são a mesma coisa , que seria você" ficar bobo "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente a sua cabeça manda o comando para que tudo aquilo seja esquecido , que a melhor coisa é deletar tudo , mais o coração nos torna refém desse sentimento .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Eu gostaria como tantas pessoas ter essa capacidade de deletar esse sentimento que nos torna frágeis mais a unica solução até hoje encontrada é so o tempo cura . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/810805679495096119-5813368837209722534?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5813368837209722534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=5813368837209722534' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/5813368837209722534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/5813368837209722534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/certa-vez-ouvi-falar-que-quando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKi08iIqgII/AAAAAAAAAC4/7WOfHTFRLAQ/s72-c/1174346302_sofrimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-8704008362179059354</id><published>2008-08-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:41:59.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKd-zhTUOOI/AAAAAAAAACg/9csBOV9aBcg/s1600-h/2244706786_2fc2c03265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235292515419306210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKd-zhTUOOI/AAAAAAAAACg/9csBOV9aBcg/s320/2244706786_2fc2c03265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Os dias correm como se tivessem pressa de serem vividos .&lt;br /&gt;  Nessa loucura diaria me deparo com problemas a serem solucionados , e amores a sem terminados .&lt;br /&gt; Sentimentos se contradizem dentro de mim porém parece que minha lucídez está sendo posta a prova , entro em um mundo que eu mesma criei .&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim tenho um tempo de descanso para por as ideias numa ordem mais harmoniosa .&lt;br /&gt;Me restrinjo ao meu mundo paralelo , numa leitura sem fim ...folheando livros com fervor , cada pagina virada um pensamento organizado .&lt;br /&gt; Assim se passam dias e os problemas se foram passaram como os dias ...com pressa de serem resolvidos , e foram resolvidos .&lt;br /&gt; Mais os amores continuam a me atormentar e sempre serão assim !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/810805679495096119-8704008362179059354?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8704008362179059354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=8704008362179059354' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/8704008362179059354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/8704008362179059354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-dias-correm-como-se-tivessem-pressa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKd-zhTUOOI/AAAAAAAAACg/9csBOV9aBcg/s72-c/2244706786_2fc2c03265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-8966584989809010019</id><published>2008-08-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:00:54.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invisivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKBgL485YuI/AAAAAAAAACY/sAfxb_EMuGU/s1600-h/8358Penn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233288524387148514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKBgL485YuI/AAAAAAAAACY/sAfxb_EMuGU/s320/8358Penn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só hoje eu queria estar invisivel aos olhos alheios .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me refugiar na minha dor de cabeça ,que pulsa com tal força que me deixa sem capacidade de pensar em qualquer coisa banal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixar levar pelo calor de meus cobertores , para suavisar a dor corporal . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos algo me alegra pois a dor em meu corpo , pode ser forte quase insuportavel , mais posso sentir uma calma em minha alma .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calma que a  muito tempo não sentia , nem a conhecia que me atormentava diariamente de alguma forma .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje tudo  pode estar ruim fisicamente , mais minha mente está em harmonia quase que sinfonica sem nenhuma queda , sem nenhum filete de tristeza . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É so isso que desejo ser invisivel e desfrutar desse momento na minha solidão .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-8966584989809010019?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8966584989809010019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=8966584989809010019' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/8966584989809010019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/8966584989809010019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/invisivel.html' title='invisivel'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SKBgL485YuI/AAAAAAAAACY/sAfxb_EMuGU/s72-c/8358Penn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-8107628838027134957</id><published>2008-08-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:30:44.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJ3D3PjrwzI/AAAAAAAAACI/nhGrGph0ACs/s1600-h/plpÃ§.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232553695910806322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJ3D3PjrwzI/AAAAAAAAACI/nhGrGph0ACs/s320/plp%C3%A7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sua presença mesmo que despercebida ao outros pra mim se torna motivo de ser contemplada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infeliz o dia em que não me pego a te observar porque você não está ali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me passa a impressão , que é um dia não vivido se ao menos não posso te ver .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras se tornam desnecessarias , apenas o conforto do seu andar pessado , seu sorriso displicente , ou até meio sorriso .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que já me fazem feliz , mesmo que por um minuto .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobo nos torna uma paixão , o meu consolo é que depois de algumas semanas tudo será esquecido .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo esse fervor dentro de mim será apagado , e só sobra-rá espaço para uma lembrança , como é doce e amargo os dias de paixão .&lt;/div&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/810805679495096119-8107628838027134957?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8107628838027134957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=8107628838027134957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/8107628838027134957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/8107628838027134957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/sua-presena-mesmo-que-despercebida-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJ3D3PjrwzI/AAAAAAAAACI/nhGrGph0ACs/s72-c/plp%C3%A7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-1223192526293977862</id><published>2008-08-08T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:35:27.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte ou azar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJxzdYbDgzI/AAAAAAAAACA/pqDagRiOnfw/s1600-h/ATgAAACVSKQR9_dTTG7HYWMAxzOfrs6SUxjkLPRMLqNIVkD5uzbjSmWtFgEBKcQNqD_a8DnLrQSUswVe-d5HLiVZmwUEAJtU9VAeyXg6CQ8yEZboUxx4moOvIHA3ug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232183815707001650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJxzdYbDgzI/AAAAAAAAACA/pqDagRiOnfw/s320/ATgAAACVSKQR9_dTTG7HYWMAxzOfrs6SUxjkLPRMLqNIVkD5uzbjSmWtFgEBKcQNqD_a8DnLrQSUswVe-d5HLiVZmwUEAJtU9VAeyXg6CQ8yEZboUxx4moOvIHA3ug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Vivo cada dia só , com uma compania apenas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Eu mesma , Risos , choros , desagrados .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre remediados por mim mesmo na minha solidão .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despenso conselhos em alguns momentos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que apenas a minha presença e minhas lembranças já me bastam !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois sem minhas doces lembranças, de algum dia feliz , não vale nada viver .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; enfrento um conflito diario entre o monstro e o homem , observando meu interior e vendo um abismo que me abduz ...para um silêncio profundo , ou loucura que por um instante me domina .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Caio em mim e receio que não mais sei quem sou , mais sempre soube de um coisa que a melhor compania sou eu mesma .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/810805679495096119-1223192526293977862?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/1223192526293977862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=1223192526293977862' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/1223192526293977862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/1223192526293977862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorte-ou-azar.html' title='Sorte ou azar'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJxzdYbDgzI/AAAAAAAAACA/pqDagRiOnfw/s72-c/ATgAAACVSKQR9_dTTG7HYWMAxzOfrs6SUxjkLPRMLqNIVkD5uzbjSmWtFgEBKcQNqD_a8DnLrQSUswVe-d5HLiVZmwUEAJtU9VAeyXg6CQ8yEZboUxx4moOvIHA3ug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-971353866521364014</id><published>2008-08-05T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:24:05.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desventuras</title><content type='html'>Sinto minhas pupilas cansadas .&lt;br /&gt;Um desgaste que nem eu ao certo sei !&lt;br /&gt;Obrigações , aventuras e desventuras , causam uma controversia quase cômica !&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento desconhecidos se formam , dando espaço a uma nova jornada , sem muita esperança de alegria .&lt;br /&gt;Creio eu !&lt;br /&gt;Mais tudo tem voltas e voltas , nem sei ao certo se viverei amanha.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho apenas certeza de uma coisa mesmo essa monotonia me consumindo aos poucos , forte serei , como fui até hoje ..afinal "não a mal o quanto dure , nem a bem que nunca se acabe"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-971353866521364014?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/971353866521364014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=971353866521364014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/971353866521364014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/971353866521364014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/desventuras.html' title='Desventuras'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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-810805679495096119.post-3879358796552569564</id><published>2008-08-02T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:29:56.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo que mude !</title><content type='html'>Ela vai mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Vai gostar de coisas que ele nunca imaginou&lt;br /&gt;Vai ficar feliz de ver que ele também mudou&lt;br /&gt;Pelo jeito não descarta uma nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mas espera que ele ligue a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;Para conversar&lt;br /&gt;Perguntar se é tarde pra ligar&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que pensou nela&lt;br /&gt;Estava com saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem ter esquecido que&lt;br /&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que acabe&lt;br /&gt;Com ela aonde quer que esteja&lt;br /&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que mude&lt;br /&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que alguém esqueça o que passou&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Escolher um jeito novo de dizer “alô”&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter medo de que um dia ela vá mudar&lt;br /&gt;Que aprenda a esquecer sua velha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mas evita ir até o telefone&lt;br /&gt;Para conversar&lt;br /&gt;Pois é muito tarde pra ligar&lt;br /&gt;Tem pensado nela&lt;br /&gt;Estava com saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem ter esquecido que&lt;br /&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que acabe&lt;br /&gt;Com ele aonde quer que esteja&lt;br /&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que mude&lt;br /&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que alguém esqueça o que passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidê ou balde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-3879358796552569564?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3879358796552569564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=3879358796552569564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3879358796552569564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/3879358796552569564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/2008/08/mesmo-que-mude.html' title='Mesmo que mude !'/><author><name>Jessica lopes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16380818764454166858</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-810805679495096119.post-526230796671043998</id><published>2008-08-01T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:34:53.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJPFUPfdQFI/AAAAAAAAABo/LzFw_CSO34s/s1600-h/O_grito_by_FabiolaFernandes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229740543853805650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJPFUPfdQFI/AAAAAAAAABo/LzFw_CSO34s/s320/O_grito_by_FabiolaFernandes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Eu nunca disse que queria seus conselhos ou sua ajuda&lt;br /&gt;Muito  obrigado , por me culpar pelos seus fracassos .&lt;br /&gt;Afinal  mais facil desconta suas frustrações em mim .&lt;br /&gt;Do que ver que o culpado de tudo e você.&lt;br /&gt;Nem ao mesmo escuta os que chegam para ajudar .&lt;br /&gt;Acha que a sua opinião é mais valiosa do que a alheia&lt;br /&gt;Desejar o mal nunca foi o meu forte mais não posso te desejar o bem .&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe mais cansei desse joguinho embolado .&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui boa em qualquer jogo mesmo .&lt;br /&gt;Adeus a você e a sua vida .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-526230796671043998?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/526230796671043998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810805679495096119.post-282183684942358577</id><published>2008-07-31T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:39:47.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJJVCVtw-QI/AAAAAAAAABg/mQdoc3RHA2E/s1600-h/256864799_dae907b201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229335616007764226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJJVCVtw-QI/AAAAAAAAABg/mQdoc3RHA2E/s320/256864799_dae907b201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dias monotonós seguem sem melhorá .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voltando ao ritmo acostumado mais nada promissor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesmas pessoas , mesmo lugares tudo é tão normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Normal demais para quem acha que tão pouco podia ser melhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Risadas no corredor , Brincadeiras sem motivo sempre me fizeram bem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje já não sei se sinto vontade de te-lás perto de mim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não é mal querer ao que me fez já senti uma subita alegria .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais certos dias o vázio , parece melhor companheira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A solidão não me parece tão ruim&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810805679495096119-282183684942358577?l=dejavuvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavuvie.blogspot.com/feeds/282183684942358577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810805679495096119&amp;postID=282183684942358577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/282183684942358577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810805679495096119/posts/default/282183684942358577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-K1VZ7TxXzM/SJEadRHlsJI/AAAAAAAAABY/i95Y_xtfqOY/s200/sozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esperanças , me projetam para um futuro proximo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde tudo que desejo pode ser realizado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doce e boba esperança , Me engana tão facil .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caio em mim e vejo que minhas determinação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não são impossiveis porém , não tão faceis a serem realizadas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre desejo o quase impossivel ..Pois ter devaneios nunca me costaram nada !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me intrigo com cada sonho retido em minha mente pois são tão Alucinados , que nem mesmo eu caindo em mim posso entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entende-los não seria a melhor forma mais sim sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Analisar cada loucura escondida atras de cada um deles !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Quem sabe um dia me aventurar a torna-los realidade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet 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