<?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-7055780591527222047</id><updated>2011-09-30T14:05:11.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do Coração</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055780591527222047.post-6343484810397649861</id><published>2009-09-13T10:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:39:18.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA COMO UM DIA APÓS O OUTRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Sqz1qAjFiQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/343W4UC8DI0/s1600-h/noite_e_dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380945756851374338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Sqz1qAjFiQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/343W4UC8DI0/s200/noite_e_dia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro para superar as angustias que nos atormentam e nos acompanha.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na vida parece ser tão estranho quando não alcançamos nossos objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão singelo quando há o perfume da sinceridade.&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro para esquecer as mágoas que nos provocam as dores que sentimos...&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro para recapitular o que aprendemos e aprimorar nossos conhecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro para rever nossos conceitos religiosos e começar o dia dando bom dia a si próprio, agradecendo a Deus pela vida e as coisas boas que nela há.&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro para dizer que amigo é aquele que nos aceita da forma e do jeito que somos, sem cobrar, o que não podemos, ou por erros, ou por qualquer outro motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro para vermos de perto o tronco que sustenta as folhas das arvores frondosas, que abriga o ninho dos pássaros e nos acomoda na alegria e na tristeza em sua sombra.&lt;br /&gt;Parece ser tão fácil deletar da nossa memória o que se passou, mas em relação a pérola mais preciosa, que é o AMOR, não há segundos... minutos... horas que apague os momentos ao lado de quem amamos, mas sim, um dia após o outro, para recomeçarmos tudo novamente para lutar e dar mais valor a esse sentimento! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055780591527222047-6343484810397649861?l=vinisimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/6343484810397649861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-como-um-dia-apos-o-outro.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/6343484810397649861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/6343484810397649861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-como-um-dia-apos-o-outro.html' title='NADA COMO UM DIA APÓS O OUTRO'/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Sqz1qAjFiQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/343W4UC8DI0/s72-c/noite_e_dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055780591527222047.post-954224633747367239</id><published>2009-06-16T15:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:57:40.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SjfqNGJWaqI/AAAAAAAAACE/XoCLUB-Xk0g/s1600-h/MOS_2_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348000593234782882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SjfqNGJWaqI/AAAAAAAAACE/XoCLUB-Xk0g/s200/MOS_2_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A felicidade é tão simples e só agora percebi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só estar do seu lado, sentir seu cheiro. Ter seus lábios tão perto, senti-los através de um sorriso ou de um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir tua pele, seu toque, e a sensação de que nada mais importa, mas só sentir. Seu rosto se enroscando no meu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar desse momento, senti-lo como se estivesse ali, mesmo que não esteja. Deitar a cabeça no teu ombro e sorrir,e agradecer a Deus, numa prece secreta, silenciosa,por ter me dado esse presente tão lindo que é você e estes momentos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O querer não ir embora,não esperar o amanhã ou o depois, só querer que aquilo não acabe nem que seja só por algumas horas. Mesmo que essa ausência seja uma dor insuportável, poder lembrar do teu cheiro, do teu abraço, do teu sorriso, do teu toque, do seu rosto se enroscando no meu rosto, isso já basta para que eu possa suportar o tédio que as horas se tornaram sem você e esperar pelo próximo encontro, que sempre parece uma eternidade. Até que esses momentos voltem a se repetir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7055780591527222047-954224633747367239?l=vinisimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/954224633747367239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/felicidade-e-tao-simples-e-so-agora.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/954224633747367239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/954224633747367239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/felicidade-e-tao-simples-e-so-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SjfqNGJWaqI/AAAAAAAAACE/XoCLUB-Xk0g/s72-c/MOS_2_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055780591527222047.post-1589028246227749926</id><published>2009-06-09T10:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:01:26.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Si5qozv1VbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NYFjBf_Fsp4/s1600-h/novo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345327057053504946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Si5qozv1VbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NYFjBf_Fsp4/s320/novo-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pessoas às vezes nos pregam peças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O pior é que são aquelas que nós nunca iríamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imaginar que eles fossem fazer algo assim conosco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o ser humano é presunçoso, medilcre, invejoso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele nos prega peças a todo o momento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma hora um amigo vira inimigo, rival, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em outra um inimigo se torna um amigo, acolhedor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, quem nós menos prestamos atenção,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele um dia nos da à mão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais a vida é assim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desprezamos aqueles que achamos não ter fé,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um dia acabamos sendo acolhidos por eles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo, parente, quem está ao nosso lado, às vezes nos magoa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E outros, sem que imaginemos, nos acolhem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando ninguém está ali,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ele que lhe dá a mão.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7055780591527222047-1589028246227749926?l=vinisimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/1589028246227749926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-pessoas-as-vezes-nos-pregam-pecas.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/1589028246227749926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/1589028246227749926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-pessoas-as-vezes-nos-pregam-pecas.html' title=''/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Si5qozv1VbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NYFjBf_Fsp4/s72-c/novo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055780591527222047.post-8063964601669808486</id><published>2009-06-08T12:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:12:15.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Si03B0bil1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MyIZ_0-mOc8/s1600-h/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344988837152200530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Si03B0bil1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MyIZ_0-mOc8/s320/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Não vou lutar contra ele ...&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar que ele me leve ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Destino... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;um caso já escrito ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;não tem como apaga-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Sou “EU” arquiteto de meus pensamentos , e assim ajudarei meu destino . Pois as vezes o destino é irônico ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Valeu a pena ter deixado o destino, ter colocado você em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Agora ... Nossas vidas estão cruzadas!&lt;br /&gt;Caminhávamos sozinhos pelas nossas estradas ...&lt;br /&gt;Não te procurava e nem você a mim ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;A pessoa com quem eu sonhava todo esse tempo... Foi colocado me meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me resta deixar o destino me levar para perto você.&lt;br /&gt;E viver esse amor concedido pelo destino...&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que o destino é algo sem escolha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Sinto-me radiante, acredito que este sonho que em certos momentos pareceu inatingível , vai se tornar realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Viveremos a partir de agora ...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos felizes ...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos rir sem motivos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;A partir de hoje nossos momentos vividos, serão simplesmente inesquecíveis!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá mais:&lt;br /&gt;Solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Agora ninguém separa, o nosso amor será eterno.&lt;br /&gt;O destino nos uniu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055780591527222047-8063964601669808486?l=vinisimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/8063964601669808486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/destino.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/8063964601669808486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/8063964601669808486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/Si03B0bil1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/MyIZ_0-mOc8/s72-c/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055780591527222047.post-902085646764096238</id><published>2009-06-07T10:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:53:36.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SivFDnpwiuI/AAAAAAAAABo/gryQlPksdH0/s1600-h/0015mgravu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582048779635426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SivFDnpwiuI/AAAAAAAAABo/gryQlPksdH0/s400/0015mgravu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, como todos os dias, sentei na frente do pc, para ver se você aparecia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Queria que tivesse ali... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Para me ouvir, para me dizer palavras bonitas. Para acalmar meu coração... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Que está doendo, dói por sentir a sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Dói a alma saber quando vou te ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Nunca será meu de verdade, nem de longe, quanto mais aqui perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Somos de mundos diferentes... Mas depende de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Sei que tenho tanto a dar, e quero tanto receber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Sei que a pessoa que espero é você. Sei que estou encantado... apaixonado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Tantas vezes me fez rir... Tantas vezes rimos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Mas sei que ter você é um sonho... Um sonho bom, um sonho que não quero acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Coisas que me fizeram escrever... Escrever o que sinto pôr você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Sinto carinho, sinto paixão, sinto amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Queria seu abraço, seu afago, seu afeto, seu amor, queria você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Como queria que tudo fosse diferente... Que você fosse como eu, que eu fosse como você, que fossemos um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Há meu amor, como é bom ter você... Como é bom sentir seu carinho... Como é bom saber de você, como desejo você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Queria que estivesse aqui para em seus braços me enrolar, e nunca mais te deixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Não sou nenhum poeta, se fosse faria um lindo poema a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Como sou apenas um apaixonado, deixo só o que sinto pôr você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Amor... amor... amor...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055780591527222047-902085646764096238?l=vinisimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/902085646764096238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje-como-todos-os-dias-sentei-na.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/902085646764096238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/902085646764096238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje-como-todos-os-dias-sentei-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SivFDnpwiuI/AAAAAAAAABo/gryQlPksdH0/s72-c/0015mgravu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055780591527222047.post-6171190339650392693</id><published>2009-06-06T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:37:20.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqMlAWRP_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1Cx-a0jM1yE/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344238475204968434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqMlAWRP_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1Cx-a0jM1yE/s320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu...Sempre sonhador...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos que não se realizam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos que fazem parte do meu cotidiano, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos maus e bons momentos que passo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos que no qual um deles é ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ser feliz é um dos maiores prazeres do ser humano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonho em encontrar algo que possa fazer-me feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que está presente nos melhores momentos da vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na alegria de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as vezes nem sempre acontece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez eu esteja equivocado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez eu não esteja buscando o momento ideal, ou não esteja indo ao lugar certo.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes penso que não sou útil a nada, que sou invisível, que não existo, que sou somente um pedaço de papel com alguns rabiscos de caneta, ou uma folha seca que o vento leva de um lado para o outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho um dia poder encontrar o caminho certo para o amor, a felicidade em direção aos braços da minha cara-metade.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho um dia em te encontrar e pra você poder dizer:&lt;br /&gt;É você que quero amar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É com você que quero viver;&lt;br /&gt;Se a felicidade existe realmente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É com você que quero ser feliz eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;Agora com todos os sonhos realizados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me mais feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por me encontrar ao seu lado.&lt;/strong&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/7055780591527222047-6171190339650392693?l=vinisimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/feeds/6171190339650392693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/6171190339650392693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055780591527222047/posts/default/6171190339650392693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinisimi.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>Vinicius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653209575501229226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqWGVEz09I/AAAAAAAAABE/_yP1M488bUE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oE4NTnHExik/SiqMlAWRP_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1Cx-a0jM1yE/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
