<?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-1201573717486181085</id><updated>2012-01-04T13:51:48.330-02:00</updated><category term='crise de consciência'/><category term='passado'/><category term='chega'/><category term='ódio'/><category term='amargura'/><category term='amiga'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='agonia'/><category term='você'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='insensível'/><category term='horror'/><category term='eu'/><category term='angústia'/><category term='casal'/><category term='tédio'/><category term='explicação'/><category term='selos'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='desprezo'/><category term='indecisão'/><category term='ponto final'/><category term='vício'/><category term='presente'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='Anjinho'/><category term='tic-tac'/><category term='frustração'/><category term='teoria'/><category term='dança'/><category term='rancor'/><category term='Meu amor'/><category term='dor'/><category term='pensamento'/><category term='vaza'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='amor'/><category term='desejos'/><category term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category term='Luiz Dias'/><category term='paixão'/><category term='sem-coração'/><category term='fim'/><category term='remorso'/><category term='beijo'/><category term='amigo'/><category term='raiva'/><category term='mágoa'/><category term='my immortal'/><category term='olhar'/><category term='começo'/><category term='prazer'/><category term='dúvida'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='Sabrina'/><category term='futuro'/><title type='text'>┼ Whiskley Lee ┼</title><subtitle type='html'>↕ ~ Andei pensando e escrevi... ~ ↕</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3286845079901606033</id><published>2011-11-02T21:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:24:26.404-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrer pra quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma vez me disseram que o sofrer por amor rendia ótimos poemas, ótimas poesias, belíssimas demonstrações físicas e tangíveis do sentimento mais complicado e ao mesmo tempo mais belo que existe no mundo. O amor alcança a todos, seja ele uma amiga, um amigo, um namorado, uma namorada, um pai, uma mãe, a família... mas o amor simples, puro e mais forte, acontece quando amamos aqueles que não conhecemos. Quando somos capazes de respeitar simplesmente por existir, por estar ali convivendo num mundo que é o lugar de todos. Sendo assim, o sofrer por amor pode ficar pra depois, porque quero viver apenas o amar ao próximo pra ser feliz. Sendo assim... VIVA O AMOR. sz'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/332891/gd/1204072173/vermelho-coracao-e-uma-flor.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/332891/gd/1204072173/vermelho-coracao-e-uma-flor.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/1201573717486181085-3286845079901606033?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3286845079901606033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-vez-me-disseram-que-o-sofrer-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3286845079901606033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O mundo se tornou escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por que me deixaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Deixou-me tão sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Onde estavas quando eu precisei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Onde estavas quando eu chorei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chorei muitas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chorei muitas dores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E onde estavas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por onde andavas enquanto eu sofria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dei tudo por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e me viraste as costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hoje posso ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;o quão covarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e o quão imundo eras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só agora me dou conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;da pessoa suja que escondias de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ou que eu me recusava a enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sorte minha que me afastei a tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sorte minha poder respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sorte ser livre, enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-1628116669318372351?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/1628116669318372351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/09/onde-estavas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/1628116669318372351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/1628116669318372351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/09/onde-estavas.html' title='Onde estavas?'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5060331905074926502</id><published>2011-07-03T00:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:53:44.883-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>Viviane</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW2nXJ1kpBc/Tg_lgVf-YiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JqEvzathsJY/s1600/25-06-11-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW2nXJ1kpBc/Tg_lgVf-YiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JqEvzathsJY/s320/25-06-11-1.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Viviane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela veio bem devagar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegou sem avisar e,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;como quem não quer nada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;foi se acomodando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no melhor cômodo da casa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E aos poucos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;foi tratando de arrumar a bagunça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veio calma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veio sábia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E quando a poeira já estava baixa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ela veio amiga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veio mostrar as belezas e as durezas da vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mostrou que temos que ser forte.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mostrou que temos que lutar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;por aquilo que acreditamos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mostrou que podemos ser fiéis a missão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podemos não. Devemos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E depois de botar tudo em ordem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois de acalentar toda a casa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois de deixá-la quente e confortável,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eis que ela se vai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai para um lugar na qual foi chamada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi para onde Deus a está enviando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho certeza que lá,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ela cumprirá a missão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E voltará mais feliz, alegre e bonita do que já é.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesmo com o coração partido e chorando horrores ouvindo "I won't let go", eu apenas desejo que vá com Deus. Que Ele te proteja, e que te traga de volta cheia de bençãos. Estarei aqui morrendo de saudades e querendo te encher de abraços de novo. Abraços bem apertados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu te amo garota. É de verdade. Volta Logo!!! Tô com saudades ='']&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5060331905074926502?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5060331905074926502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/07/viviane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5060331905074926502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5060331905074926502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/07/viviane.html' title='Viviane'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WW2nXJ1kpBc/Tg_lgVf-YiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JqEvzathsJY/s72-c/25-06-11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3051123736431569896</id><published>2011-06-29T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:38:37.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tédio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'>História sem sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia, eu acordei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu acordei um dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há! Que idiota!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É, mas toda história precisa ter um começo né?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pois é. Só que não precisa ser uma coisa tão idiota como essa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se você tivesse idéia melhor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei. Quem sabe começar com “Era uma vez...”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não. Nem pensar. Idéia arcaica. Eu hein!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;H’m... mas... mas... Enfim... se vira então.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não precisa ser tão grosseiro. Eu vou querer sua ajuda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do que adianta dar sugestão se você ignora todas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não ignorei todas. Só UMA! Para de fazer drama...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DRAMA?! EU ESTOU FAZENDO DRAMA?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Está. Fica gritando à toa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai... você me estressa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então sai daqui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É... eu vou embora. Boa sorte com sua historinha de meia tigela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu vou me dar bem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E indo em direção a porta, o outro foi embora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;... de uma história sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feito por Alguém que não sabe contar histórias em 29 de junho de 2011 às 8:54h.&lt;/i&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/1201573717486181085-3051123736431569896?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3051123736431569896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/06/historia-sem-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3051123736431569896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3051123736431569896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/06/historia-sem-sentido.html' title='História sem sentido'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-2754584458887736683</id><published>2011-04-27T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:34:16.320-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensível'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><title type='text'>Ser homem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As diferenças, atualmente, estão sendo colocadas a prova.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo dia uma nova discussão sobre a diversidade é feita em algum lugar do mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recentemente, em uma de minhas aulas sobre Comportamento,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;comentamos sobre a cultura de uma tribo de um outro país, em que, o ritual para casamento se dava quando todos os homens se reuniam em círculo e tocavam tambores. Aquele que esfregasse as nádegas na coxa de outro homem era considerado o mais viril, o mais preparado pra assumir seu compromisso. Era um homem louvável por ter certeza do que se é.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As risadinhas maliciosas dos meus colegas de classe me deixaram um tanto irritado. Ainda não sei se sou louco o bastante pra ver o mundo de uma forma diferente ou porque eu sou apenas louco por não viver na realidade que me é colocada a minha frente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada cultura tem a sua forma de manifestar sua própria identidade. E é por isso que venho aqui expor minha opinião.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser homem não é ser "macho",&amp;nbsp;"dominante",&amp;nbsp;"grosso",&amp;nbsp;"seco",&amp;nbsp;"sem sentimentos"...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser homem é cuidar do ambiente, cuidar das pessoas, fazer sempre o bem, respeitar as limitações de terceiros, respeitar a decisão e escolhas dos outros, ser educado, compassivo e compreender que o que importa é o que você faz da sua própria vida. Não é a sua vontade que prevalece. Cada um tem o seu espaço e se eu quiser plantar bananeira no meu da rua, eu posso. E não é por isso que tenho que ser tratado com preconceitos. Por ser diferente e inusitado ninguém entende e não dão a chance de entender. Isso é &lt;u&gt;preconceito&lt;/u&gt;: um conceit mal interpretado, às vezes, de modo errado; um ponto de vista não concreto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahD_gdf-qD0/Swadlrel3uI/AAAAAAAAABA/eYSQ7GeU1pY/s320/diversidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahD_gdf-qD0/Swadlrel3uI/AAAAAAAAABA/eYSQ7GeU1pY/s320/diversidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser homem é amar e dar a chance de vivermos em paz, vivermos A PAZ. Só assim teremos vida e viveremos como sociedade.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-2754584458887736683?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/2754584458887736683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/04/ser-homem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2754584458887736683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2754584458887736683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/04/ser-homem.html' title='Ser homem.'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahD_gdf-qD0/Swadlrel3uI/AAAAAAAAABA/eYSQ7GeU1pY/s72-c/diversidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5845222991627149105</id><published>2011-03-28T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:51:25.180-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dança'/><title type='text'>Chegando e arrasando... (Timidamente me abalando)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você chegou assim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://palavrasdemarceli.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/timido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://palavrasdemarceli.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/timido.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;timidamente, como se não quisesse nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E abalou minha estrutura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chamou minha atenção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinceramente não sei o que fazes comigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sei o porquê e nem como.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sei que é bom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É bom, tudo lindo e maravilhoso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isso me assusta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo ser tão bom assim pode não ser real.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pode apenas estar escondendo uma grande tristeza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que se libertará quando a alegria passar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sei que a alegria prevalecerá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sei que arrasarás na pista de dança&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me chamarás pra dançar contigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o embalo do amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o embalo da vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o embalo da alegria de viver os nossos amores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juntos e felizes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É assim que me sinto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É assim que eu quero...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assim eu te quero!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5845222991627149105?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5845222991627149105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/chegando-e-arrasando-timidamente-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5845222991627149105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5845222991627149105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/chegando-e-arrasando-timidamente-me.html' title='Chegando e arrasando... (Timidamente me abalando)'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8346081645936670979</id><published>2011-03-16T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:44:27.982-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Me encontra?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ansiedade é algo que me assusta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fico aqui quietinho pensando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;torcendo pra encontrar um momento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;onde eu posso te encontrar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vejo e revejo modos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de nos unir em apenas um momento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e poder ficar feliz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de encontrar alguém tão especial.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conversar contigo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ouvir sua voz,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me deixa radiante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meu coração se preenche de felicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que fazer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esperar e armar nossos encontros?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não. Não farei mais isso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te quero muito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas pra isso é preciso que queiras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É preciso me encontrar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o que você faz?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me encontra?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M10z8fmm1Y/TCzbs46XWYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/R4VbZzm8ObQ/s1600/flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M10z8fmm1Y/TCzbs46XWYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/R4VbZzm8ObQ/s320/flor.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8346081645936670979?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8346081645936670979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-encontra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8346081645936670979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8346081645936670979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-encontra.html' title='Me encontra?'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M10z8fmm1Y/TCzbs46XWYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/R4VbZzm8ObQ/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7989952912046173996</id><published>2011-03-12T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:44:58.118-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anjinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vício'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Olhar cansado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgKIHOG07E/SR3pDTTRX5I/AAAAAAAAAls/1oKuVBK3fjc/s320/olhar+cansado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgKIHOG07E/SR3pDTTRX5I/AAAAAAAAAls/1oKuVBK3fjc/s200/olhar+cansado.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peraí que tomarei meu remédio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Dez minutos depois]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nossa! É como se já fizesse efeito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus olhos estão pesados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que conseguirei chegar na minha cama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que beleza de pessoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que brilho há em volta de ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te seguirei, ó anjo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te seguirei, ó luz divina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus olhos cansados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;já não enxergam o chão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não enxergam a vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não enxergam mais a emoção.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guia-me até o meu leito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Macio, cheiroso e confortável.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guia-me para perto de ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colo caloroso e reconfortante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beije-me docemente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e me faça dormir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/1201573717486181085-7989952912046173996?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7989952912046173996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/olhar-cansado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7989952912046173996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7989952912046173996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/olhar-cansado.html' title='Olhar cansado'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgKIHOG07E/SR3pDTTRX5I/AAAAAAAAAls/1oKuVBK3fjc/s72-c/olhar+cansado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8206982237874490603</id><published>2011-03-05T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:14:04.457-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>A new one!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma outra forma de escrever, &lt;i&gt;de me expressar, de contar o que acontece. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;História Blogada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para acessar é só clicar &lt;a href="http://historiablogada.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijos e beijos ;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8206982237874490603?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8206982237874490603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8206982237874490603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8206982237874490603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-one.html' title='A new one!!!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3035059726550135557</id><published>2011-02-28T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:00:59.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensível'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luiz Dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigo'/><title type='text'>Black Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mDN67hRGpcM/TWviK0q-_3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ckMXK6ni54Y/s1600/Black-Star-from-Rotunda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mDN67hRGpcM/TWviK0q-_3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ckMXK6ni54Y/s320/Black-Star-from-Rotunda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje estou naquele momento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;em que vejo as coisas andarem,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vejo as pessoas passarem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e vejo o mundo dar voltas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou aqui parado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;olhando o vento embalar as árvores,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;olhando como a vida continua.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nem nos filmes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;olhando a correria,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vendo as pessoas e suas vidas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;suas correrias diárias,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;suas dores, dificuldades e analisando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É como se eu fosse um saudosista.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olho para as coisas sem futuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e não vejo muito razão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nem sentido em algumas coisas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje estou meio assim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma estrela negra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que não brilha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luiz Dias Cortes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/1201573717486181085-3035059726550135557?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3035059726550135557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-star.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3035059726550135557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3035059726550135557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-star.html' title='Black Star'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mDN67hRGpcM/TWviK0q-_3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ckMXK6ni54Y/s72-c/Black-Star-from-Rotunda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3661235132646959540</id><published>2011-02-26T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:07:35.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>Ainda vive em mim (I will stay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em nenhum momento eu te esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em todos eles ainda estavas presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A distância não foi capaz de te afastar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E de fato eu nem queria que o fizesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Num momento onde as coisas ficaram complicadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fui me sufocando um pouco, ficando sem espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E mesmo não querendo, me forcei um tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas seguimos nossos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perdemos contato e fomos viver separados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por Deus, como não podes entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando estive em crise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando pensei que daria fim a minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;você foi a única pessoa em quem pensei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E mesmo estando longe um do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mandei-lhe a mensagem de "despedida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sempre soube que eras forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;NUNCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; duvidei disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E por saber que você é forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;me afastei silenciosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas sinto sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não sei se voltaremos a nos falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não sei se um dia me perdoarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas ainda vives em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uma lembrança viva, quente e ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sempre que preciso de forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;lembro de você, dos seus conselhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ainda te espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pois um amigo, é sempre amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a amizade verdadeira nunca acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;♪♫♪&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;"Tonight I'm without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The raindrops are falling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With candlelight burning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For you I'll be waiting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here." ♪♫♪&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3661235132646959540?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3661235132646959540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/ainda-vive-em-mim-i-will-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3661235132646959540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3661235132646959540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/ainda-vive-em-mim-i-will-stay.html' title='Ainda vive em mim (I will stay)'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8344401440842725365</id><published>2011-02-17T23:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:57:18.398-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Siempre a Tu lado ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A cada dia que passa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A cada hora que percorre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o relógio do meu celular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é só em você que consigo pensar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você veio pra transformar a minha vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veio colocá-la de cabeça para baixo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E esse tapa na cara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me fez enxergar um eu que não havia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adoro me conhecer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto de me reconhecer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e isso que você faz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma vivacidade me traz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É isso que quero sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poder viver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E poder dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;quero &lt;i&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1fOdlGeV98/TV3RK030zgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7WWOlHLytvU/s1600/8B29C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1fOdlGeV98/TV3RK030zgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7WWOlHLytvU/s320/8B29C.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8344401440842725365?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8344401440842725365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/siempre-tu-lado-oi-oo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8344401440842725365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8344401440842725365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/siempre-tu-lado-oi-oo.html' title='Siempre a Tu lado ♫'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1fOdlGeV98/TV3RK030zgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7WWOlHLytvU/s72-c/8B29C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8909941422914054285</id><published>2011-02-14T18:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:02:25.925-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sempre fui uma pessoa super nervosa. Vivo ansioso, sou impaciente e sempre quero as coisas pra JÁ! AGORA! Mas... tenho aprendido que tudo deve acontecer bem devagar. Não necessariamente devagar mas cada coisa no seu tempo. Tento controlar minha ansiedade ao máximo, sendo que... Ah... sei lá! É como se isso me consumisse por dentro. Acredito que vou conseguir. Isso. FÉ! Sinto sensações tão fortes como a fé, a esperança... Ah! A esperança. Uma frase que eu mesmo disse e que fiquei assustado mas que vai ser meio que a demonstração mais &lt;u&gt;verdadeira&lt;/u&gt; pra pessoa que eu disse foi:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Acho que eu tenho mais esperança em você do que você mesmo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É muito estranho dizer isso, mas é o que sinto. Espero não ser decepcionado. Bom... tenho muito mais a dizer, mas deixa que com o tempo eu coloco tudo direitinho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo seguirá sem pressa. Com calma. Mas confesso desejar estar junto, querer muito. E por isso não consigo controlar tanta ansiedade. Isso tudo é porque estou ansioso por te ver *-*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw0wik6qPOk/TVmJ3CWNF1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/M1-tUOis03w/s1600/esperanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw0wik6qPOk/TVmJ3CWNF1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/M1-tUOis03w/s320/esperanca.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8909941422914054285?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8909941422914054285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/ansiedade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8909941422914054285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8909941422914054285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw0wik6qPOk/TVmJ3CWNF1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/M1-tUOis03w/s72-c/esperanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3879230698349650337</id><published>2011-02-09T00:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:22:11.834-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>2011 - Será esse um ano bom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Começo de ano sempre é bom!!! Minha vida é cheia de surpresas e coisas boas. Nossa! E como são coisas boas. rs Mas esse ano começou de modo diferente. Um tanto odioso e raivoso mas confesso que tudo tem estado melhor do que esperado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As férias foram maravilhosas. Pena que acabou. [#refeltindo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pena nada! Gosto da faculdade, do "quase" emprego... rs e digo mais... Adoro as pessoas que me cercam. Muitas são falsas e ridículas... umas chegam a ser patéticas... mas aprendo com essa infantilidade alheia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estive até confuso com umas coisas que aconteceram recentemente... mas por sorte já me decidi [ um libriano decidido?! :O Milagre né?! rs ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;AMO DE CORAÇÃO OS MEUS AMIGOS. E em especial uma pessoa que surgiu na minha vida de modo inesperado. Acho que já agi dessa forma no ano passado, mas esse ano eu estou diferente. Mais maduro, mais consciente, mais amoroso comigo mesmo. Amo-me de modo a me incomodar. hahahaha Mas Deus sempre está comigo. Sempre esteve e sempre estará. Independente do que aconteça. Ele não vai me abandonar e disso eu tenho absoluta certeza. Disponibilizo-me de coração ao serviço de Deus. E confesso estar muito feliz com o serviço. Meu Deus minha vida. Meus amigos minha felicidade. E a pessoa especial... bom... deixa acontecer né?! Nada de botar os carros na frente dos bois. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Voltemos a rotina louca de um desocupado que não tem tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;#bjmesegue&lt;/span&gt; ;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Whiskley"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TVH57VvVN2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BbIUfI_f7VU/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TVH57VvVN2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BbIUfI_f7VU/s320/18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3879230698349650337?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3879230698349650337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-sera-esse-um-ano-bom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3879230698349650337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3879230698349650337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-sera-esse-um-ano-bom.html' title='2011 - Será esse um ano bom?'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TVH57VvVN2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BbIUfI_f7VU/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-193263240154976300</id><published>2010-12-24T17:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:23:46.338-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic-tac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Presente de Natal "Perfeito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Uma semana antes da grande festa do Natal, eis que minha mãe pergunta: “O que você quer ganhar de presente?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;É uma pergunta um tanto... “injusta”, porque sei que o bem material que realmente quero eu apenas comprarei por mérito próprio. Minha madrinha comentou alertando para o fato de que já tenho TUDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Não. Eu não tenho tudo. Mas já estou feliz com o POUCO que tenho. Aliás, só de estar bem com a minha família já me deixa mais tranquilo. É um tanto cômico o fato de não conseguir pensar em nada pra elas me darem. Das minhas mães só quero mesmo o respeito e um pouco de paz. Só isso. Meus desejos e vontades estão focados em 2011. Estão lá esperando pra eu agarrá-los com toda a força. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;[Nossa! De repente fiquei tão &lt;u&gt;esperançoso&lt;/u&gt;. Era pra eu terminar o ano com um sentimento de pesar. Mas estou renovado com ideias e vontades de coisas novas. Mas a postagem é sobre Natal logo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(risos)&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Meu Presente de Natal Perfeito seria saber e ver o quão feliz as pessoas são. Ver que elas são verdadeiras. Que amam umas as outras de verdade, sem preconceito, sem julgar pela aparência, sexo, cor, religião, opção sexual ou outras coisas do tipo. Meu Presente de Natal Perfeito é o respeito e a tolerância do ser humano para com o próprio ser humano, respeito para com a natureza e quem sabe ainda, a ajuda ao próximo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tudo bem. Sou péssimo pra escolher presentes. Esse presente ainda não está perfeito... mas já é um belo começo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TRTwhaaleXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UmqwVJpj2qE/s1600/feliz-natal-8.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TRTwhaaleXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UmqwVJpj2qE/s320/feliz-natal-8.gif" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desejo um Feliz Natal para todos vocês. Que além de presentes e uma farta refeição, a quem puder tê-los, que vocês lembrem e rezem para que o mundo seja um lugar melhor pra se viver. Melhor para TODOS, sem exceção. Que Deus nos abençoe e nos dê a PAZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-193263240154976300?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/193263240154976300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/presente-de-natal-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/193263240154976300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/193263240154976300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/presente-de-natal-perfeito.html' title='Presente de Natal &quot;Perfeito&quot;'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TRTwhaaleXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UmqwVJpj2qE/s72-c/feliz-natal-8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5041497767362253192</id><published>2010-12-15T23:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:41:26.808-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><title type='text'>Ainda te amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesmo depois de tanto tempo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passando-se dias e dias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horas inesquecíveis com diversas pessoas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda sim, você está aqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longe de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Num lugar que não sei onde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posso te sentir aqui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas por que isso acontece?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não temos mais nada um com o outro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E por que essa vontade de voltar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa vontade de olhar nos teus olhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa loucura que tenho pra chorar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chorar de tanta alegria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;consome todo o meu ser?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queria que você estivesse aqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;assim poderia me responder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minhas amigas podem reclamar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e de fato elas vão,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas eu só queria ter a chance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;só mais uma chance de dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que TE AMO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e que sinto muito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas muito mesmo, a sua falta!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;♫ "Por isso mesmo não há mais ninguém na cidade inteira que assim te queira como eu." ♫&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao meu redor - Luiza Possi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5041497767362253192?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5041497767362253192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5041497767362253192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5041497767362253192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/ainda-te-amo.html' title='Ainda te amo.'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-2643640527176061144</id><published>2010-12-09T00:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:37:11.928-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remorso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><title type='text'>Sim, [in]felizmente, eu desobedeço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TQBAZYBH1oI/AAAAAAAAALg/fWZHHbDVBe0/s1600/lei-de-deus-os-dez-mandamentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TQBAZYBH1oI/AAAAAAAAALg/fWZHHbDVBe0/s320/lei-de-deus-os-dez-mandamentos.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9º Mandamento das Leis de Deus:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Não desejarás a mulher do próximo"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei muito bem o que significa e respeito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas... como mandar no coração? Essa vontade enorme que me consome e que aconteceu de modo inesperado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É pecado?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não é?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serei julgado por isso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que culpa eu tenho se isso pode vir a prejudicar um casal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu Deus, sei o que me pedes e respeito. Rezo para que considere tudo o que tenho passado. Perdoa a minha falta de consideração. Entendo que é errado destruir um "amor" que existe. Conheces tão bem o meu coração, que sabes que eu seria o tipo de pessoa que ajudaria esse casal, que tentaria juntá-los mais ainda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesse caso, eu decidi me calar. Pior... decidi ser verdadeiro com o que sinto e coloquei algumas cartas na mesa. Não pedi nada em troca. Mas fui honesto com o que sinto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ó Pai, deixo em tuas mãos o meu destino. Porém, chutarei todas as pedras do caminho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desculpe se desobedeço um mandamento, mas no momento o que quero é ser feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-2643640527176061144?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/2643640527176061144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/sim-infelizmente-eu-desobedeco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2643640527176061144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2643640527176061144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/sim-infelizmente-eu-desobedeco.html' title='Sim, [in]felizmente, eu desobedeço!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TQBAZYBH1oI/AAAAAAAAALg/fWZHHbDVBe0/s72-c/lei-de-deus-os-dez-mandamentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-1778688930862307065</id><published>2010-12-02T15:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:37:15.954-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponto final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><title type='text'>Uma posição</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu medo maior&amp;nbsp;é estar me posicionado tarde demais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talvez essa simples aceitação&amp;nbsp;durante toda minha vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;(vida essa que é a infância e a adolescência, e que sendo verdadeiro, não foi lá essas coisas boas)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tenha um alto preço.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa falta de ação e decisão&amp;nbsp;me custará muito caro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É um preço que terei que pagar, infelizmente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daqui pra frente&amp;nbsp;tudo será mais "fácil".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ou, pelo menos, será&amp;nbsp;mais &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora tenho um lado&amp;nbsp;que escolhi defender.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho uma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;visão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho vontades e pensamentos&amp;nbsp;que exijo que sejam respeitados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Na minha mente&amp;nbsp;já não existe o&amp;nbsp;empecilho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não há mais o que temer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt; (será?)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É buscar aquilo que quero, aquilo que é &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vou atrás do que sonho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não vou apenas atrás... pretendo ir muito mais além.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;céu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; já não é o &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-1778688930862307065?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/1778688930862307065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-posicao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/1778688930862307065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/1778688930862307065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-posicao.html' title='Uma posição'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5759466641351129856</id><published>2010-11-26T23:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:14:18.445-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><title type='text'>A mentira como base</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passei a encontrar defeitos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;onde não havia antes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O amor idealizado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se quebrou em vários pedaços.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A felicidade fingida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mostrou as caras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e vi o quanto era falsa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois da percepção,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guardei as mentiras e o amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;em potinhos separados,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bem lacrados e não seguro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O caso fica pro acaso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e o destino será abraçado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TPBaRTPnJkI/AAAAAAAAALc/0KIqOmnMkV8/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252Bpartido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TPBaRTPnJkI/AAAAAAAAALc/0KIqOmnMkV8/s200/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252Bpartido.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5759466641351129856?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5759466641351129856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentira-como-base.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5759466641351129856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5759466641351129856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentira-como-base.html' title='A mentira como base'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TPBaRTPnJkI/AAAAAAAAALc/0KIqOmnMkV8/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252Bpartido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7417536574960773767</id><published>2010-11-18T23:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:58:46.234-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria'/><title type='text'>Encontrar, Viver, Sentir, Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quero encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;apenas um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;para chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de meu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pra não perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;o sentido de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sem se arrepender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;do que pode acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chegar a sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sem me distrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e poder descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;o que posso usufruir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Viver um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que seja sem dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Te peço, no Arpoador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Não me deixe, por favor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s.: Pedido feito, pedido atendido:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"gente, &lt;a href="http://nopapeldabala.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clique aqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e seja feliz." &lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7417536574960773767?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7417536574960773767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/11/encontrar-viver-sentir-amor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7417536574960773767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7417536574960773767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/11/encontrar-viver-sentir-amor.html' title='Encontrar, Viver, Sentir, Amor'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-1242687154068002650</id><published>2010-11-08T14:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:52:59.539-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponto final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vício'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desprezo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><title type='text'>O Ponto Crucial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E chegou nesse ponto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tornei-me tão invisível assim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essa história virou um conto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E parece que terá um fim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que eu menos desejava...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que eu não queria pensar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo o que eu gostava&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu terei que deixar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo foi e é verdadeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho uma testemunha: DEUS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora deixo-lhe este mensageiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com minha última palavra de "Adeus".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TNgowY4a1VI/AAAAAAAAALY/7WKrKuSqABQ/s1600/tist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TNgowY4a1VI/AAAAAAAAALY/7WKrKuSqABQ/s1600/tist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-1242687154068002650?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TNgowY4a1VI/AAAAAAAAALY/7WKrKuSqABQ/s72-c/tist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5878852778500698390</id><published>2010-11-01T01:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:21:02.059-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>A liberdade de ser você</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É algo que não se compra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É algo que não se vende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tem que saber qual é a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pois é algo que apenas se sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É necessário dar um grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E espantar todos os males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não é hora de ser tímido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tem-se que lutar pela liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Num mundo interdependente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É até difícil não o ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas as relações são necessárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Basta apenas escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Depender de apenas uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não é a melhor forma de se viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Poder arriscar suas próprias coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É assim que se pode vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ir além do que o outro enxerga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ir além do que qualquer um foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sendo apenas você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É assim que se pode viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TM4u2BAtGzI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuAgHmjcSqI/s1600/liberdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TM4u2BAtGzI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuAgHmjcSqI/s320/liberdade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5878852778500698390?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5878852778500698390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/11/liberdade-de-se-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5878852778500698390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5878852778500698390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/11/liberdade-de-se-voce.html' title='A liberdade de ser você'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TM4u2BAtGzI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuAgHmjcSqI/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-344385935152417723</id><published>2010-10-15T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:44:15.100-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;É tão bom reunir os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TLi713FH3II/AAAAAAAAALQ/ED5f_G4qR0I/s1600/niver1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TLi713FH3II/AAAAAAAAALQ/ED5f_G4qR0I/s320/niver1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tirar fotos de um ótimo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;E depois ficar vendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;os sorrisos naqueles rostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;demonstrando o quanto é tão bom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;estar ali, curtindo, sendo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Acontece que nada é melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;nada é mais gratificante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Do que estar com quem se ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Amo meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Amo a amizade que me dá amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Amo a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Amo festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Amo TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;É isso:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-344385935152417723?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/344385935152417723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/10/amizade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/344385935152417723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/344385935152417723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/10/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TLi713FH3II/AAAAAAAAALQ/ED5f_G4qR0I/s72-c/niver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4786786375608924502</id><published>2010-10-10T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:10:34.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>É só pra dizer que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palavras bem soadas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gestos sem noção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só servem pra mostrar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que estás no meu coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bebendo um pouquinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O veneno da paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha mente enlouquece&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E deito-me no gelado chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com um carinho inestimável&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com um cuidado angelical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me esquenta com amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E me deixa cheio de calor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com palavras aleatórias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E com pequenas histórias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu apenas quero dizer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que estou apaixonado por você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TLJGtuJGP5I/AAAAAAAAALA/p09idfUfkYU/s1600/apaixonados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TLJGtuJGP5I/AAAAAAAAALA/p09idfUfkYU/s320/apaixonados.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-4786786375608924502?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4786786375608924502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-so-pra-dizer-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4786786375608924502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4786786375608924502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-so-pra-dizer-que.html' title='É só pra dizer que...'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TLJGtuJGP5I/AAAAAAAAALA/p09idfUfkYU/s72-c/apaixonados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3515241902363799581</id><published>2010-10-03T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:20:06.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><title type='text'>A grama do vizinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É muito engraçado quando se diz que a "grama do vizinho é sempre mais verde".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sempre que testamos essa teoria, ela cai por terra porque se torna uma vida até pior que a nossa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a questão é que o fato de achar-mos que nada que temos é bom e que sempre devemos melhorar, nos ajuda a crescer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos torna pessoas conscientes &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;[ou não]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;sobre o que fazer para alcançar os nossos sonhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se deixássemos a conformidade invadir a nossa vida, seríamos como parasitas, onde tudo o que temos está ótimo e fica bom assim mesmo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; » &amp;nbsp; Pense.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; » &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cresça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; » &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Construa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; » &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Evolua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Só não vale agir de má fé e destruir vidas só pra tornar a sua feliz e perfeitinha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3515241902363799581?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3515241902363799581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/10/grama-do-vizinho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3515241902363799581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3515241902363799581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/10/grama-do-vizinho.html' title='A grama do vizinho'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3076332552794072480</id><published>2010-09-21T13:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:38:49.672-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensível'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desprezo'/><title type='text'>Incessante busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acontece que bem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você me tem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E mesmo assim me machuca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu fico nessa busca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tentando te encontrar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saber onde você está&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas nem isso você me diz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que foi que eu te fiz?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TJjeKXQ54DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9QoBnOuby58/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TJjeKXQ54DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9QoBnOuby58/s200/download.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É! Falta-te coragem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coragem é o que você não tem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É apenas um covarde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que me fez acordar tarde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acordar de um sonho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nunca aconteceu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E percebi que apenas o pesadelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi que se sucedeu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas tudo bem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acontece que me tem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E mesmo assim me machuca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu fico nessa incessante busca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3076332552794072480?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3076332552794072480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/09/incessante-busca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3076332552794072480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3076332552794072480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/09/incessante-busca.html' title='Incessante busca'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TJjeKXQ54DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9QoBnOuby58/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8440021368263725930</id><published>2010-09-10T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:13:47.276-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><title type='text'>Come closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vem que chegou a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vem depressa, não demora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vem que estamos a sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É o momento que chegou para nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vamos curtir o que se pode curtir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não deixemos o tempo partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Usemo-lo a nosso favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vivamos o nosso momento de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TIme_p_GkUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cLZgexriVA8/s1600/olhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TIme_p_GkUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cLZgexriVA8/s200/olhar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora chega mais perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Deixa eu te sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chega mais perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu quero te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Momentos de intenso prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Com gemidos ao pé da orelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estás gostando. Dá pra saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Você está vermelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não precisa ter vergonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Seja sem vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mostre o seu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E aí sim, posso te satisfazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8440021368263725930?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8440021368263725930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/09/come-closer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8440021368263725930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8440021368263725930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/09/come-closer.html' title='Come closer'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TIme_p_GkUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cLZgexriVA8/s72-c/olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8088586893165262318</id><published>2010-08-31T21:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:43:33.565-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><title type='text'>Essas vontades de você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu te olho ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Com suas amigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E o que posso fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Como posso chegar em você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Digo que temo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu tremo muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A coragem não me chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sonho contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Desejo-te muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vontades que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas que não posso dizer pro mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ai... eu te olho ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E o que posso fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Eu te quero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Como posso dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mexe comigo de uma forma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De um jeito que não sei dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apenas sinto esse borbulhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de vontades de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8088586893165262318?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8088586893165262318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/essas-vontades-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8088586893165262318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8088586893165262318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/essas-vontades-de-voce.html' title='Essas vontades de você...'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8351838826983035181</id><published>2010-08-24T21:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:55:42.570-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anjinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><title type='text'>Uma definição</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/THRnamqk6tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4HwkG1PFwNs/s320/casal-conversando.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509141950934346450" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novas histórias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novas vidas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novas alegrias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim a vida acontece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim o amor acontece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim a confiança nasce.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim acontece a amizade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E em meio a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;boas conversas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;lê-se uma definição&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;daquilo que se propõe ser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;o mais belo dos sentimentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O sentir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O tocar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O falar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;" - É tão bom ter alguém do seu lado, que se preocupa contigo, que demonstra sentir carinho e &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;amor por você, que quer passar cada minuto do dia ao seu lado, que te liga toda hora só pra &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ouvir a sua voz, que mesmo passando o dia todo contigo, sente que foi pouco, sentir que nada &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;na vida pode te fazer mais feliz, ou desejar com todas as forças que o que você está vivendo dure para sempre, e que sim: é possível amar uma pessoa e ser amado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; - Enfim, isso é o amor. *-*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by Anjinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saudades de você, Anjinho. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8351838826983035181?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8351838826983035181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-definicao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8351838826983035181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8351838826983035181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-definicao.html' title='Uma definição'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/THRnamqk6tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4HwkG1PFwNs/s72-c/casal-conversando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-9170013269587142104</id><published>2010-08-20T16:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:12:38.328-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensível'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ódio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponto final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rancor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desprezo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><title type='text'>Quebrado em Mil Pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sentimentos confusos me atormentam dia e noite. E eles vivem em mim: me consumindo, acabando com as minhas energias, apagando o restinho da Chama do Amor que guardei para te entregar de braços abertos, assim que decidisse viver comigo para sempre. Passá-la de coração para coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E como num pulo, uma surpresa desagradável: você reapareceu em minha vida, mas pra mostrar que não teríamos mais volta. Mostrou-me de uma maneira quase que cruel, sem dó nem piedade. Mostrou-me que não haveria mais amor, que não haveria e nem deveria existir mais a Esperança. E como num surto matinal, desabei em choro profundo, fui ao mais fundo do Abismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Apesar de sofrer tanto, por mais ou menos 5 meses e com o coração apertado, levantei a cabeça e escalei de volta ao topo da montanha. Não me interessa o que você fez ou faz. Suas atitudes já não me interessam mais. Agora, jogo-te de cima da pedra mais alta. Torço pra que caia bem no fundo. Fica por lá e me deixa em paz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;♫ "Meu amor, se quiseres voltar, volta não. Porque me quebraste em &lt;a&gt;Mil Pedaços&lt;/a&gt;." ♫&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-9170013269587142104?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/9170013269587142104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/quebrado-em-mil-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/9170013269587142104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/9170013269587142104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/quebrado-em-mil-pedacos.html' title='Quebrado em Mil Pedaços'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7950554546455208416</id><published>2010-08-15T21:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:29:01.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desprezo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Everything was a lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TGiT290vgpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NHFvuzCSYyU/s1600/Mulher-Rosas+mentira.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TGiT290vgpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NHFvuzCSYyU/s320/Mulher-Rosas+mentira.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505813116978430610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a lie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I loved you like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody ever loved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And every special moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You killed them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just to feel alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that's it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The end came to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Killing me inside.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7950554546455208416?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7950554546455208416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-was-lie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7950554546455208416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7950554546455208416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-was-lie.html' title='Everything was a lie'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TGiT290vgpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NHFvuzCSYyU/s72-c/Mulher-Rosas+mentira.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7378688396964210099</id><published>2010-08-08T23:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:16:16.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>Prova</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Não sei o que fazer com essa dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não conheço meu caminho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que faço uma prova de amor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ou uma prova de carinho?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você não viu o que eu fiz da minha vida?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao menos uma vez olhe pra mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não sei ao certo o que farei em seguida,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas no momento olha pra mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanto fiz por ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E mesmo assim você não viu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que você quer de mim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não basta o amor que se partiu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O amor que eu criei,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perdi porque te dei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não conheço meu caminho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas ainda farei uma prova de carinho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7378688396964210099?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7378688396964210099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/prova.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7378688396964210099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7378688396964210099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/08/prova.html' title='Prova'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-497697787336026656</id><published>2010-07-15T14:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:05:34.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponto final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>Sentimento proibido vira pó</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É coisa sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o que você disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentimento proibido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é como se não visse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nenhuma chance de rolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não adianta nem tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já "tá" tudo decidido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem vou tomar partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até me deu certa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas não farei essa maldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não por ser alguma coisa ruim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas é que não rolaria pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessa história, o que aconteceria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No final, viraria histeria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessa história, somos amigos e só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No começo, o amor já virou pó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-497697787336026656?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/497697787336026656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentimento-proibido-vira-po.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/497697787336026656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/497697787336026656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentimento-proibido-vira-po.html' title='Sentimento proibido vira pó'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4895978705548130451</id><published>2010-07-09T00:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:46:12.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Inesperada Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto um ar quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o vento da mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chegou de repente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aumentou minha esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É hora de voltar a malhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltar a ser bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixar o sentimental pra lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É assim que me sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batimentos em um pulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A intuição toma conta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É bom seguir por impulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero que continue assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Na faculdade *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-4895978705548130451?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4895978705548130451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/07/inesperada-mudanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4895978705548130451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4895978705548130451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/07/inesperada-mudanca.html' title='Inesperada Mudança'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8015301853303777899</id><published>2010-07-03T07:54:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:20:53.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic-tac'/><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TC8cqgmUwJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tjw7p2ZL6m8/s1600/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TC8cqgmUwJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tjw7p2ZL6m8/s200/silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489637987418685586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  - Menina você soube que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Shiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mas tenho que te contar que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Shiiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E mais uma vez acontece.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez é comigo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem não contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É até melhor não contar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar melhor eu queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De novo seria demais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que eu ficaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com gostinho de "quero mais"?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto isso,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fica apenas entre nós.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um segredinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de quando estávamos a sós.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ "You are the only one that needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret." ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-8015301853303777899?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8015301853303777899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirty-little-secret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8015301853303777899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8015301853303777899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirty-little-secret.html' title='Dirty Little Secret'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/TC8cqgmUwJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tjw7p2ZL6m8/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-2214347210331702314</id><published>2010-06-28T22:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:52:44.551-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vício'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>Sensation of Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O sangue acelera&lt;br /&gt;quando você chega.&lt;br /&gt;A respiração se eleva&lt;br /&gt;assim que você chega.&lt;br /&gt;Um tocar de mão.&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Um tocar da pele.&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas peles.&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos se poluem.&lt;br /&gt;A mente se endiabra.&lt;br /&gt;O suor se dilui.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece a mágica.&lt;br /&gt;Surge o não-real.&lt;br /&gt;Surge o irreal.&lt;br /&gt;Surge o surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Surge o real.&lt;br /&gt;Possua-me,&lt;br /&gt;pro seu prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Depois possua-me,&lt;br /&gt;e mata-me de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&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/1201573717486181085-2214347210331702314?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/2214347210331702314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/06/sensation-of-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2214347210331702314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2214347210331702314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/06/sensation-of-pleasure.html' title='Sensation of Pleasure'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6544072975825293570</id><published>2010-06-25T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:55:24.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><title type='text'>Torcendo pela nova fase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Uma nova fase se inicia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma nova aventura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda não sei o que esperar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;o futuro só o tempo dirá.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas espero que seja bom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não apenas bom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que seja a melhor fase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;da minha singela vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Torcendo pra entrar pra Faculdade. *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-6544072975825293570?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6544072975825293570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/06/torcendo-pela-nova-fase.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6544072975825293570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6544072975825293570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/06/torcendo-pela-nova-fase.html' title='Torcendo pela nova fase.'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4360703229092277938</id><published>2010-06-14T01:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:47:43.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazendo sonhos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu vou pra bem longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou cuidar da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou fazer uma viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou começar uma partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rumo ao mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedico-me a sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conhecerei tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou apenas me divertir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os touros na Espanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O descobridor Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passarei pela Alemanha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apesar de não achá-la legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindo no meu carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirigindo sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então no chão eu caio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É... Faz bem sonhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-4360703229092277938?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4360703229092277938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/06/fazendo-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4360703229092277938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4360703229092277938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/06/fazendo-sonhos.html' title='Fazendo sonhos ...'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7234041478446685603</id><published>2010-05-04T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:50:39.495-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensível'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponto final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>O término do Romântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É assim que se termina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com um sentimento de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com um sentimento de raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enfim, acabou o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Romântico já não sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele realmente já não vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O que posso fazer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Como posso viver?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As coisas vão e vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o amor, se vai também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei dizer ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na verdade, não sei de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas é assim que se termina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com um sentimento de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com um sentimento de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enfim... acabou o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7234041478446685603?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7234041478446685603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-termino-do-romantico.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7234041478446685603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7234041478446685603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-termino-do-romantico.html' title='O término do Romântico'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8071781055332259998</id><published>2010-04-25T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:19:31.434-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic-tac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Quem sabe... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como poder contigo falar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei chegar onde você está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei me aproximar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem mesmo pra dizer-te: "Olá!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que não vens falar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem que sendo como amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tente ao menos me conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe o que pode acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu queria ter uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma chance eu queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria que tivéssemos um lance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algo que nos dê alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha alegria é poder te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e para você, o que posso oferecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H'm...Eu não sei. Basta perguntar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe o que eu posso te dar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu único desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é contigo ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui termino com um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a resposta, qual será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try     {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S9SE4qQIk6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rVsO9zsI-0M/s1600/pessoa-3d-e-ponto-de-interrogacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S9SE4qQIk6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rVsO9zsI-0M/s320/pessoa-3d-e-ponto-de-interrogacao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464138356856755106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Wellington Rodrigues)&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/1201573717486181085-8071781055332259998?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8071781055332259998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/04/quem-sabe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8071781055332259998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8071781055332259998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/04/quem-sabe.html' title='Quem sabe... ?'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S9SE4qQIk6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rVsO9zsI-0M/s72-c/pessoa-3d-e-ponto-de-interrogacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4304994026013235366</id><published>2010-04-21T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:32:16.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morava em um "curral"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde ser bom era "legal".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disso eu não gostava não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou mal por opção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por ser um anjo mal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui expulso do paraíso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acusado de anormal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e por não ter juízo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anjinhos celestiais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de pureza e bondade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não quero saber mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre essa falsidade!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S881qt3QxsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b9yi9AQ1KOM/s1600/liberdade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S881qt3QxsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b9yi9AQ1KOM/s320/liberdade2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462643881005860546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que é certo e o que é errado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não sei o que dizer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dane-se as regras!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero é viver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha casa agora é o mundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde livre eu posso ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo agora eu arrumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só basta eu querer!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-4304994026013235366?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4304994026013235366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberdade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4304994026013235366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4304994026013235366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S881qt3QxsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/b9yi9AQ1KOM/s72-c/liberdade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3380458227545857424</id><published>2010-04-20T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:04:06.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Efeitos de VOCÊ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Apresentaram-me a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provei a ti com ingenuidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora esse pequeno ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu  a sua liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sua droga  experimentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora conheço os efeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os efeitos de quem beijei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E  espero não ter rejeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha e  toque-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero beber do seu beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha e sinta-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso  te pagar do meu jeito?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;És uma droga  cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;És uma droga rara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa droga chama-se amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha  e receba meu calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3380458227545857424?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3380458227545857424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-efeitos-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3380458227545857424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3380458227545857424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-efeitos-de-voce.html' title='Os Efeitos de VOCÊ!!!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3789491112478578363</id><published>2010-03-17T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:34:57.414-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Só no meu silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu te olho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei o que eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade ou amor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que há comigo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doçura, ternura,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amizade acima de tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondade e verdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas a amizade acima de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Deus me perdoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdoe-me pelo o que eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu juro que não minto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu apenas ... sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não quero levar a culpa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de pra esse mundo te levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas assumo a minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de no meu silêncio te amar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S6Earmp4sTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Xcm4sWYkfE/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S6Earmp4sTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Xcm4sWYkfE/s320/silencio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449666360507937074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Só entende o valor do silêncio, quem tem necessidade de calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;para não ferir alguém."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3789491112478578363?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3789491112478578363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-no-meu-silencio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3789491112478578363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3789491112478578363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-no-meu-silencio.html' title='Só no meu silêncio'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/S6Earmp4sTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Xcm4sWYkfE/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-433293637663474207</id><published>2010-03-11T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:17:23.851-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><title type='text'>Culpa + Explicações !!! [?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- "Já sei, já sei..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - "Sabe o quê?!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Eu sei que fui relaxado e esqueci do Blog."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - "Aaaah! Parabéns. Até que enfim caiu a ficha né?! Estava na hora."&lt;/span&gt;  ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - "Mas fique tranquilo. Tenho bons motivos."&lt;/span&gt;   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - "Ah é?!  Tipo... ?!"&lt;/span&gt;   =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - "Tipo que no mês de Janeiro e de Fevereio foram muito loucos. Quase não parava em casa. Fiz tantas coisas... Até namorando eu estou!!!&lt;/span&gt; [*-*] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Já briguei com a minha mãe, infelizmente.&lt;/span&gt; [=/] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mas está tudo se resolvendo. Hehe. Minha net também estava brigada comigo. Não me deixava acessar o blog."&lt;/span&gt;   u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - "Tá!  Mas e agora?!"&lt;/span&gt;   '-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - "Agora que... &lt;a&gt;EU ESTOU DE VOLTA&lt;/a&gt;. Ainda não sei bem o que fazer com o Blog. Não sei se continuo com tudo o que eu fiz ou se mudo o estilo. Mas espero que seja algo bom... e que todos gostem."&lt;/span&gt;   =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; - "H'm... vou esperar pra ver o que acontece."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - "Okay. Bom... tenho que ir. Beeeijos."&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/1201573717486181085-433293637663474207?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/433293637663474207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/03/culpa-explicacoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/433293637663474207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/433293637663474207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2010/03/culpa-explicacoes.html' title='Culpa + Explicações !!! [?]'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5092600900272668039</id><published>2009-12-26T13:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:11:44.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparar, Apontar e FELIZ 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você já parou pra pensar na sua vida?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já viu o que fez esse ano?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é! 2009 está dizendo adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora, é hora de rever tudo o que fizemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fomos pessoas boas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se fomos "levados".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas acima de tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é se torturar pelo o que não fez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo que fez de errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sim reconhecer que não fez e/ou que fez errado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra melhorar nesse ano que promete ser muito bom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que 2010 seja um ano igual ou melhor que 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[e que seja melhor pois todos nós merecemos.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Que possamos realizar nossos desejos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e realizar todos os nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva o &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PAZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VIDA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a um 2010 cheio de &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ALEGRIAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SzZCRXJC39I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xb1fZX0P3S4/s1600-h/Feliz2010.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SzZCRXJC39I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xb1fZX0P3S4/s320/Feliz2010.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419592067624132562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5092600900272668039?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5092600900272668039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/12/preparar-apontar-e-feliz-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5092600900272668039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5092600900272668039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/12/preparar-apontar-e-feliz-2010.html' title='Preparar, Apontar e FELIZ 2010!!!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SzZCRXJC39I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xb1fZX0P3S4/s72-c/Feliz2010.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6962940537882268492</id><published>2009-12-20T12:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:20:37.720-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>O outro lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em meio as coisas ruins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há coisas boas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquele que me deixa feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquele a quem quero bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não tenho muito que falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas posso sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos deixar rolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixemos o tempo decidir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/Sy5AHO05YJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lvSsy3XCBrM/s1600-h/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/Sy5AHO05YJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lvSsy3XCBrM/s200/feliz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417337894756507794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-6962940537882268492?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6962940537882268492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-outro-lado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6962940537882268492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6962940537882268492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-outro-lado.html' title='O outro lado'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/Sy5AHO05YJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lvSsy3XCBrM/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6480116118641261260</id><published>2009-12-02T15:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:10:25.814-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Uma Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ter apenas uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra te mostrar que posso fazer-te feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra te mostrar que não te magoaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra te mostrar que sou o que sempre quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ter apenas uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra levar-te a Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra fazer-te ver estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra ser teu mundo de alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ter apenas uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra dizer o quanto te quero bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra dizer o quanto me faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra dizer que és especial pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria ter apenas uma chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas uma chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Queria só me desculpar por não mostrar meu sentimento."  -  "Anjos - Abril"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-6480116118641261260?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6480116118641261260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-chance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6480116118641261260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6480116118641261260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-chance.html' title='Uma Chance'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3204556302208064340</id><published>2009-11-20T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:23:59.263-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remorso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mágoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>Falando Rápido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto-me como se tivesse sido jogado num poço sem fundo.&lt;br /&gt;E dentro desse poço, estão aqueles que você não reconhece mais.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que simplesmente estão diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Você não entende.&lt;br /&gt;Você não os entende.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo deu uma volta de 180º  e você caiu numa rede de cobras e serpentes ultravenenosas.&lt;br /&gt;Seus venenos vão te matando e te consumindo lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Uma morte mental e espiritual que te causam a pior das dores.&lt;br /&gt;A dor de Coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3204556302208064340?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3204556302208064340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/11/falando-rapido.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3204556302208064340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3204556302208064340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/11/falando-rapido.html' title='Falando Rápido'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7340966968843231091</id><published>2009-11-05T00:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:56:51.146-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mágoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><title type='text'>"Tá" fazendo falta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta você pra me dizer o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me dizer o que falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me dizer o que vestir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me dizer o que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra rir comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra fazer besteiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra sair pelo Ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra zoar com a galera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra dizer coisas sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra dizer coisas engraçadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra rir aquele riso gostoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me fazer chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me fazer rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me fazer pular&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falta você pra me fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que me deixa mais triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É saber que não te tenho mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E não poder dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A falta que você me faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SvI-OErijAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5MjVKavoFO0/s1600-h/ah%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SvI-OErijAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5MjVKavoFO0/s320/ah%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400447314666097666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eu dizia o seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nome. Não me abandone jamais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7340966968843231091?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7340966968843231091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/11/ta-fazendo-falta.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7340966968843231091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7340966968843231091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/11/ta-fazendo-falta.html' title='&quot;Tá&quot; fazendo falta.'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SvI-OErijAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5MjVKavoFO0/s72-c/ah%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7206299326793887170</id><published>2009-10-15T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:25:38.203-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ódio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>ÓDIO !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às vezes sinto tanta raiva de que nem sei como me controlar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei do que eu realmente sinto raiva... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...na verdade... sei sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto raiva da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinto raiva de todos que estão a minha volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E realmente não sei do que sou capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho medo de mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sinto vontade de me matar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha raiva é tanta que sinto que não é mais raiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isso tornou-se ÓDIO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um ódio que me corrói por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um ódio que provoca o meu auto-ferimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para poder descontar em mim o que eu não posso fazer nos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei mais o que fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu não consigo enxergar o lado bom das pessoas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[se é que realmente existe!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu só vejo o lado obscuro e sombrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em mim só cabem sentimentos duvidosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O AMOR é apenas uma palavra pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sinto que estou morrendo aos poucos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois esse ódio já consumiu todo o meu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estou vazia por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só me resta essa matéria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...meu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que é tão frágil e incapaz de vencer esse meu ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;By Sabrina ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7206299326793887170?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7206299326793887170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/10/odio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7206299326793887170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7206299326793887170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/10/odio.html' title='ÓDIO !!!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6733678466229936128</id><published>2009-10-01T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:00:52.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic-tac'/><title type='text'>O que eu sempre quis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo aconteceu ao anoitecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até agora não consigo acreditar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como isso foi acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguém pode me explicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas é chegada a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A hora em que o passado é passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o presente se aprimora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixando os outros de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"outros" &lt;/span&gt;vão ver que eu estou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vão ver que perderam a oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verão que o que eu sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era achar a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agradeço aos céus por ouvir meu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agradeço ao meu coração por meu ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora sou um homem sem receio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que quer apenas dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-6733678466229936128?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6733678466229936128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-que-eu-sempre-quis.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6733678466229936128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6733678466229936128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-que-eu-sempre-quis.html' title='O que eu sempre quis'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3130463273627074785</id><published>2009-09-26T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:45:30.267-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>Pensei em te dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você poderia fazer-me tão feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas pelo contrário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faz-me ficar triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faz-me sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhar e tocar uma foto sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e não poder realmente tocar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que houve com nossa felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acabou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou vive escondido em algum lugar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez esteja em seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas sinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não te ter, me deixa infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não te amar, me deixa sem rumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixa-me sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E pra onde vou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se meu lugar é com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez não acredite nas minhas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois já errei uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contudo, peço que considere isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I will always love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leve em seu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e guarde no mais íntimo do seu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para que possas, ao acordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se lembrar de mim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3130463273627074785?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3130463273627074785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensei-em-te-dizer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3130463273627074785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3130463273627074785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensei-em-te-dizer.html' title='Pensei em te dizer'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7266534002888246439</id><published>2009-09-22T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:17:30.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim, eu estou perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vejo mais nenhuma saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez eu não tenha entendido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você disse que "saiu da minha vida"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É... é isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas foi só você quem decidiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora entro nesse esmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E percebo que a ficha não caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando é que vou perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que eu não preciso mais de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando é que você vai perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que eu ainda gosto de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não preciso de você. Te garanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas eu gosto. Ainda existe essa parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só cuidado com o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuidado para não ser muito tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7266534002888246439?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7266534002888246439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuidado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7266534002888246439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7266534002888246439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuidado.html' title='Cuidado!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4371635921702741230</id><published>2009-09-15T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:01:24.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SrAOHbktGTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D_ORpF4Xunc/s1600-h/coracaofogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SrAOHbktGTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D_ORpF4Xunc/s320/coracaofogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381817075531323698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que fogo é esse que me consome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que fogo é esse que me queima por dentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como diabos será seu nome?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por que ele me deixa tão inquieto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas, perguntas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nem sequer uma resposta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas e mais perguntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ainda não tenho uma resposta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele ainda queima em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas é bom e vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O fogo do amor vive em mim então.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o caminho que sigo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas atenção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A chama da paixão anda junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo com essa informação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É melhor pensar mais um minuto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-4371635921702741230?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4371635921702741230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/fogo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4371635921702741230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4371635921702741230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/fogo.html' title='Fogo!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SrAOHbktGTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D_ORpF4Xunc/s72-c/coracaofogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3135660184862926010</id><published>2009-09-07T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:34:02.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem-coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my immortal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><title type='text'>Já deu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acabou. Chega. Está feito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queria que chegasse a tal ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensei que seria perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas tudo apenas me deixou tonto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My Immortal", a música de fundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cama é onde me afundam,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é onde aflora os sentimentos mais profundos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar em que os sem-coração não se aprofundam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w?". "And now?". Grito por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinceramente? Você está morta pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tudo o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que causou esse sofrimento,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora finalmente chegou ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não me sentirá mais...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; você será capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tar e dizer o que sente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou perderá tudo se fazendo de inocente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SqVR4sMB0aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0lx0BfNZxBs/s1600-h/www.MessenTools.com-MSN-big-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SqVR4sMB0aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0lx0BfNZxBs/s320/www.MessenTools.com-MSN-big-45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378795364340060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero mais sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelo menos, não por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ao som de Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e na boa?! Mete o pé. Vaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3135660184862926010?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3135660184862926010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-deu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3135660184862926010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3135660184862926010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-deu.html' title='Já deu!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SqVR4sMB0aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0lx0BfNZxBs/s72-c/www.MessenTools.com-MSN-big-45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5840221061929738154</id><published>2009-09-01T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:07:36.012-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic-tac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>O Olhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SpyUNO1qPuI/AAAAAAAAADw/6moFKM6pK04/s1600-h/casal_olhar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SpyUNO1qPuI/AAAAAAAAADw/6moFKM6pK04/s320/casal_olhar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376335010215902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muitas pessoas num mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pessoas totalmente diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem é aquela que me olha de lá?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será que ela tem em mente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devo chegar junto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou esperar ela vir até mim?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic-Tac. Já passou um minuto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tic-Tac. Pra  mim parece o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bate mais forte o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele acelera com toda essa emoção.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um hipnotizante olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... querendo me amar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De frente um para o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É assim que ficamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar disse tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente nos beijamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5840221061929738154?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5840221061929738154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-olhar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5840221061929738154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5840221061929738154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-olhar.html' title='O Olhar.'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SpyUNO1qPuI/AAAAAAAAADw/6moFKM6pK04/s72-c/casal_olhar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6580410748771457665</id><published>2009-08-28T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:28:30.117-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meu amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vício'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>Amor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah meu amor, minha paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que pensaria se soubesse que sonho todas as noites com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando olho pra você, amor, sinto paixão, luxúria, desejo... me sinto feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me impressiona o fato de você poder me fazer rir até nos momentos mais loucos de ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou escrava dos meus desejos por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inacreditável como me perco em seu olhar, é tão enlouquecedor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho medo de não me encontrar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que é impossível saber o que você sente quando me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas o que sinto é extremamente difícil definir com palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É algo que vai além do prazer físico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É uma sensação inexplicável que simplesmente me deixa cheia de desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu corpo vibra ao menor de seus toques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho dor ao imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a paixão que sinto por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é bem maior que a que você sente por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você realmente me magoou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ao dizer que não me desejava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ferida ainda está aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;junto com meu sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por não saber se isso mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois o meu maior desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é ser irresistívelmente desejada por você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo quando me esquece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não consigo fazer o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não consigo te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é como um vicio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu corpo enlouquece sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu gosto pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é como chocolate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me causa o maior e mais intenso prazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te quero só pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você já tem cada átomo do meu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada partícula do meu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou totalmente louca por você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;By Sabrina ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-6580410748771457665?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6580410748771457665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6580410748771457665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6580410748771457665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor.html' title='Amor !'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3598955288948775258</id><published>2009-08-23T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:43:40.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remorso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insensível'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ódio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mágoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tédio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rancor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dúvida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desprezo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><title type='text'>Insensível</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Desprezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Remorso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Ódio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Indecisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Frustração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O insensível sente Dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas esse insensível só não sente o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3598955288948775258?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3598955288948775258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/insensivel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3598955288948775258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3598955288948775258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/insensivel.html' title='Insensível'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-7753772794246197242</id><published>2009-08-15T06:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:52:58.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crise de consciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponto final'/><title type='text'>Crise de consciência?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que ser um casal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que sermos dois?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta história parece do mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acho que deixarei pra depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não. Não farei isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas realmente não sei o que dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toda essa história de compromisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faz-me pensar em não viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra mim já não importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creio que nunca vou entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acho que vou comer torta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é o melho que tenho pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espera, espera, espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda não acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensei em dizer pra ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o porquê que tudo acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acho que o casal non deve ser dois...dividido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sim, ser apenas um...unido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas como não chegamos a tal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhor foi colocar um ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-7753772794246197242?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/7753772794246197242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/crise-de-consciencia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7753772794246197242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/7753772794246197242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/crise-de-consciencia.html' title='Crise de consciência?!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5403823134924400578</id><published>2009-08-08T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:39:17.751-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaração de amor moderno'/><title type='text'>Quero que saibas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico deitado na minha cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem nada pra fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apenas tendo lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penso no seu olhar hipnotizante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em seu cheiro envolvente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu, em seus braços, onde é reconfortante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e em todo o seu corpo, um corpo quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De repente volto a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e percebo que é uma ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas poderia não ser o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se eu tivesse seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma dor no peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando não te vejo ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E apenas um receio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;está tudo acabado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faria de tudo pra te ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faria loucuras só pra você perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o quão grande é meu amor por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e que para sempre ao seu lado quero viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma vida de insanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um vida de felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma vida de liberdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma vida de igualdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não quero prender-te a mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas quero que sempre retornes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Provarei que te amo assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;venha depressa, meu amor, não demores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feito em 03 de dezembro de 2008&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/1201573717486181085-5403823134924400578?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5403823134924400578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-que-saibas.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5403823134924400578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5403823134924400578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-que-saibas.html' title='Quero que saibas'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6579702664825521432</id><published>2009-08-05T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:36:15.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O bem mais importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O frio esfria meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A neve corta meu sangue ainda vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É chegada a hora da maldição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A libertação daqueles que odeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na esperança de que todos padeçam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luto insaciavelmente para que mereçam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O pior dos castigos que eu puder fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para que possam como covardes morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A alma do príncipe precioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não merece para o inferno ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deve, como príncipe ocioso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixar de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Após o precioso servo ser exterminado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mestre aparece para se vingar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daquele que lhe causa tanto fardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele não quer apenas observar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrependido, por seu filho à morte entregar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luta desesperadamente para encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O caminho de volta ao bem mais importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo que signifique uma busca incessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sendo um objetivo incoerente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não posso detê-lo dessa meta reluzente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boa sorte lhe desejo de coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo que essa luta seja em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feito em 09 de novembro de 2008&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/1201573717486181085-6579702664825521432?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6579702664825521432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-bem-mais-importante.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6579702664825521432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6579702664825521432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-bem-mais-importante.html' title='O bem mais importante'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-6061690541463565136</id><published>2009-08-04T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:04:30.568-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selos'/><title type='text'>Selos &gt;&gt;&gt; Os primeiros selos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antes de mais nada, digo que eu estou muito feliz por ganhar esses selos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu coração muito se alegra!!! *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que essa postagem vai quebrar um pouco todo o clima do meu blog ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas o importante é a alegria que estou sentindo. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quero compartilhá-la com vocês. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os selos abaixo foram indicados pela Milla do Blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://brincandodeverdade.blogspot.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://brincandodeverdade.blogspot.com/"&gt;RINCANDO DE VERDADE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SniaFKwlG6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ruu-15-cMkM/s1600-h/selo_lakeinautumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SniaFKwlG6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ruu-15-cMkM/s320/selo_lakeinautumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366208369590082466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 5 coisas que eu adoro fazer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Ouvir música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Conversar com os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Tirar fotos e zoa com os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnicOpSYYEI/AAAAAAAAACw/pyI6haGDeQE/s1600-h/Selos_do_Blog_%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnicOpSYYEI/AAAAAAAAACw/pyI6haGDeQE/s320/Selos_do_Blog_%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366210731426996290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 5 características minhas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Estrategista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Tímido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Ansioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Irônico [ no sentido...engraçado! :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnieEinvjuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eSxG2J0EDC0/s1600-h/selinhofeufolandiafinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnieEinvjuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eSxG2J0EDC0/s320/selinhofeufolandiafinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366212756862111458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Música mágica: "Decode" do Paramore [perfeita! \o/]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Um filme mágico: "Ela é o cara" com Amanda Bynes *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Uma viagem mágica: Até agora?! Pra Belém do Pará. Tive bons momentos... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Maquiagem mágica: me desculpem mais não uso maquiagem :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SniitVyAr-I/AAAAAAAAADA/S3nTpquimlQ/s1600-h/meu_selo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SniitVyAr-I/AAAAAAAAADA/S3nTpquimlQ/s320/meu_selo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217855836663778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Doce predileto: Cajuzinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Música predileta: "Bury me Alive" do We are the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/Snijnh8aDtI/AAAAAAAAADI/hyUAvsNfTVk/s1600-h/Mofando+feliz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/Snijnh8aDtI/AAAAAAAAADI/hyUAvsNfTVk/s320/Mofando+feliz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366218855533907666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Três desejos especiais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Encontrar alguém que me faça feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Ir a todas as Boates do Rio de Janeiro depois que eu completar 18 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Ter um emprego que pague bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Três livros preferidos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Harry Potter e O enigma do Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Dez dias de cortiço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.É preciso Lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E agora eu indico eles para&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cahoaquim.blogspot.com/"&gt;~ Cαααh.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [por tudo o que escreve, sempre me fazendo refletir, sentir e até mesmo me emocionando.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" class="fc-item-link" href="http://braga-daniel.blogspot.com/" jstcache="91" jscontent="title" jsdisplay="title" jsvalues="href:link;.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas' : 'fc-item-link')" target="_blank"&gt;~ Daniel Braga ~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  [pelas postagens que fazem as pessoas verem algo totalmente diferente, abrindo seus horizontes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" dir="ltr"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://intomyownlittleworld.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick=""&gt;Own Little World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [pelas postagens mais legais que já li...me faz rir e chorar...Adoro!!! \o/]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Por enquanto serão três pq eu comecei agora...sei que tem que ser 4... mas non dá! :P}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-6061690541463565136?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/6061690541463565136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/selos-os-primeiros-selos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6061690541463565136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/6061690541463565136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/selos-os-primeiros-selos.html' title='Selos &gt;&gt;&gt; Os primeiros selos'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SniaFKwlG6I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ruu-15-cMkM/s72-c/selo_lakeinautumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4266184922354861623</id><published>2009-08-02T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:00:27.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse lance: o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu consigo, na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que assombra meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ver a luz que há em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e percebo que não é o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É minha última chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mostrar que esse lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pode ser minha salvação&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvação da minha redenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das cinzas eu surgi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das trevas eu fugi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas ao fogo me levaste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao fogo me condenaste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensei em escapar de ti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas isso não consegui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ti me prendeste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu amor tu recebeste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisaste no meu amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrancaste o calor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do verdadeiro sentimento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desse precioso acalento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feito em 07 de novembro de 2008&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/1201573717486181085-4266184922354861623?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4266184922354861623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/esse-lance-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4266184922354861623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4266184922354861623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/08/esse-lance-o-amor.html' title='Esse lance: o amor'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-8436535497091033227</id><published>2009-07-29T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:03:48.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em relação a você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me iludiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me seduziu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo esse tempo sendo enganado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amando-te sem ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preso a você, sou obrigado a viver essa ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilusão que partiu meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo de tal "traição"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda não consigo dizer-te não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pediste mil desculpas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não assumiste a culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De que me fizeste apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E somente em ti acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deste um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deste um olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deste um motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que desperdício!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em pleno juízo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejo um indício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do meu suicídio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensar em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o mesmo que não viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viver por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É o mesmo que pedir pra morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feito em 20 de setembro de 2008&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/1201573717486181085-8436535497091033227?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/8436535497091033227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-me-iludiu-voce-me-seduziu-todo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8436535497091033227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/8436535497091033227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-me-iludiu-voce-me-seduziu-todo.html' title='Em relação a você'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-3119134231419204127</id><published>2009-07-26T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:04:20.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só... sozinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que estou assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que é tão difícil pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que está acontecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que todo esse tormento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você ainda me pergunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas estou sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas estou parado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem ninguém do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era tudo tão bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocês perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversando, falando besteiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrindo, curtindo aqueles bons momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas agora estou só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não estou curtindo momento nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguém me liga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguém quer saber de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguém me dá atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-3119134231419204127?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/3119134231419204127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-sozinho.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3119134231419204127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/3119134231419204127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-sozinho.html' title='Só... sozinho...'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-4605459263413497022</id><published>2009-07-21T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:43:59.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa rolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu descobri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descobri que tudo o que eu sentia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo o que eu pensava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentira? Acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prefiro dizer que era ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melhor. Prefiro dizer que era desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa é a conclusão a que chego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejava você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejava te ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejava te sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejava pensar em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda desejo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda desejo te ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda desejo te sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda desejo pensar em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas no final,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;percebo que é apenas desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E como tal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não passa de um anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enfim, não pensarei mais nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixarei fluir naturalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não esquentarei a cabeça com isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo que dure eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-4605459263413497022?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/4605459263413497022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/deixa-rolar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4605459263413497022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/4605459263413497022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/deixa-rolar.html' title='Deixa rolar'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-9067425723340914929</id><published>2009-07-15T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:43:06.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se do nosso abraço mais apertado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se do nosso beijo mais demorado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se do nosso olho-no-olho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se apenas de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se que nossa amizade é eterna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se que nossa paixão é diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se que essa paixão é quente e ardente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se apenas de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se do nosso sorriso mais feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se do nosso silêncio mais profundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se do melhor dia das nossas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembre-se apenas de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me da cor dos seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me do seu beijo molhado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me do seu corpo no meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me apenas de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me da sua risada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me do seu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me de você devorar-me com os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me apenas de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me das nossas conversas sérias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me das nossas conversas engraçadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me do nosso silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me apenas de você...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de um dia feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de um dia a sós...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças do bem que me quis...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças apenas de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-9067425723340914929?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/9067425723340914929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/lembre-se-de-mim-pois-lembro-me-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/9067425723340914929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/9067425723340914929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/lembre-se-de-mim-pois-lembro-me-de-voce.html' title='Lembranças'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-2737562555823554766</id><published>2009-07-11T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:41:05.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah se tu viesses falar comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você saberia o quanto me faz feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah se tu me olhasses nos olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu saberia que é verdadeiro o que me diz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas percebo que a verdade é diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A verdade tem outra face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que mudaria entre gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se de mim você gostasse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Responder eu não saberei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entender? Não tentarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devo esperar por seu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Receba e sinta o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor quente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor pra chamar de meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor pra chamar de seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um amor pra chamar de nosso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-2737562555823554766?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/2737562555823554766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2737562555823554766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/2737562555823554766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201573717486181085.post-5235643336544760003</id><published>2009-07-04T17:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:52:27.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Começo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo na vida tem um começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E essa decisão apenas você pode tomar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A decisão está nas suas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decida ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decida ter amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decida pular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decida dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não interessa o que você queira fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas decida viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whiskley Lee (Wellington Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1201573717486181085-5235643336544760003?l=whiskley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/feeds/5235643336544760003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/comeco.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5235643336544760003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1201573717486181085/posts/default/5235643336544760003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiskley.blogspot.com/2009/07/comeco.html' title='Começo!'/><author><name>Whiskley Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318969818500602389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C1WnRbL-x_E/SnJ0Z_WpwBI/AAAAAAAAACI/g6MAYUkRHfY/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+papocabe%C3%A7a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
