<?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-5435913472765102593</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:39:16.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Coisas q eu gosto, coisas q eu escrevo... estão todas aqui.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-2204080840757829064</id><published>2009-08-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:20:04.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Spb4bLCpwqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EC3O1GaO-Fc/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374756351017337506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Spb4bLCpwqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EC3O1GaO-Fc/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dias estranhos tenho vivido&lt;br /&gt;Não mais concordo com o feminismo&lt;br /&gt;Troquei a calça pelo vestido&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente aderi ao romantismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente acho que estou amando&lt;br /&gt;Posso ficar sem comida ou sem ar&lt;br /&gt;Com meu único combustível vou vivendo&lt;br /&gt;É ele que faz meu metabolismo andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranha estou eu&lt;br /&gt;Que de nada mais sei&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo minha alma ergueu&lt;br /&gt;E ele é tudo o q eu sempre sonhei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O paraíso nos aguarda&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser o paraíso que ele quiser&lt;br /&gt;Mas já estou fardada&lt;br /&gt;No caso de ele não me escolher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-2204080840757829064?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/2204080840757829064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=2204080840757829064' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2204080840757829064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2204080840757829064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/08/dias-estranhos-tenho-vivido-nao-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Spb4bLCpwqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EC3O1GaO-Fc/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-4154981244045158081</id><published>2009-08-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:39:39.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Snc89g6tw1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OUI8h91jLkI/s1600-h/Rel%25C3%25B3gio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365824508541125458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Snc89g6tw1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/OUI8h91jLkI/s320/Rel%25C3%25B3gio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Snc6Zjm4CZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HIWaw-skSqU/s1600-h/Rel%25C3%25B3gio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo seu tempo tem&lt;br /&gt;Para mim essa frese não convém&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-a com cada fibra de meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Pois o tempo é chato, o tempo é torto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torto de tão certo que é&lt;br /&gt;É exato, é monótono.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode olhar em um relógio qualquer&lt;br /&gt;É sempre igual! É monótono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que á ele somos tão leais?&lt;br /&gt;Por que sua exatidão me perturba?&lt;br /&gt;Por que seus ponteiros se movem iguais?&lt;br /&gt;Por que nos torturam sem culpa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio sua lentidão&lt;br /&gt;O som que sempre emitirá quando seus ponteiros rodarem&lt;br /&gt;Suas batidas, simulando as de um coração&lt;br /&gt;Com a diferença de nunca pararem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-4154981244045158081?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/4154981244045158081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=4154981244045158081' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-1808224415198385026</id><published>2009-08-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:27:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Snc6G41YYYI/AAAAAAAAADs/8b_WCzAUJWM/s1600-h/jaula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365821371045142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Snc6G41YYYI/AAAAAAAAADs/8b_WCzAUJWM/s320/jaula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em uma jaula estava eu&lt;br /&gt;Isolada do mundo que amo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que amo morreu&lt;br /&gt;Só restando solidão e abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo foi culpa minha&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que para ficar presa uma razão tinha&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei do caminho errado que escolhi&lt;br /&gt;E sei que para o caminho certo agora eu tinha que ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu fiz isso comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Por que estava me sentindo tão arrependida?&lt;br /&gt;Enjaulada e medida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só olhei meu próprio umbigo&lt;br /&gt;E agora devia ser comedida&lt;br /&gt;Com todos olhando pra mim como se fosse uma bandida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-1808224415198385026?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/1808224415198385026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=1808224415198385026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-5095242657051883095</id><published>2009-06-20T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:48:25.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-5095242657051883095?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/5095242657051883095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=5095242657051883095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/5095242657051883095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/5095242657051883095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-6177506108474599320</id><published>2009-06-08T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:01:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como uma nuvem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho para as nuvens todos os dias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não entendo porque sou digna de tanta magia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elas flutuam nos céus em harmonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Causando em meu peito profunda dor e agonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que eu nunca vou flutuar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flutuar em harmonia com alguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como em uma relação vou me jogar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se para isso não encontro ninguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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nuvem'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-3430087251407505</id><published>2009-06-05T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:54:02.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu anjo</title><content type='html'>Ó ser divino&lt;br /&gt;Do qual meu coração é escravo&lt;br /&gt;Ó ser genuíno&lt;br /&gt;Perto de ti, não valho nem um centavo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sois meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu ombro você me oferece&lt;br /&gt;Quando meus lábios você beija&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos seus braços me aquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És meu anjo amado&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz meu coração acelerar&lt;br /&gt;És um ser alado&lt;br /&gt;E temo que de meu leito possa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-3430087251407505?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/3430087251407505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=3430087251407505' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/3430087251407505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/3430087251407505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-ser-divino-do-qual-meu-coracao-e.html' title='Meu anjo'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-2373570177789087064</id><published>2009-06-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:15:44.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/SinRR70SQ3I/AAAAAAAAADc/Euam_aIACRk/s1600-h/bloody+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344032538896778098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/SinRR70SQ3I/AAAAAAAAADc/Euam_aIACRk/s320/bloody+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosas são delicadas&lt;br /&gt;Tem petalas macias&lt;br /&gt;Macias, coloridas e aveludadas&lt;br /&gt;Alegram até as tardes mais sombrias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para chegar na delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;Temos de passar por vários espinhos&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que tanta beleza&lt;br /&gt;Nos traria tantos obstáculos no caminho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres são como as rosas&lt;br /&gt;Dificieis de domar, mas ao fazer&lt;br /&gt;Serão adoráveis e amorosas&lt;br /&gt;Até o amor deixar de acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-2373570177789087064?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/2373570177789087064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=2373570177789087064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2373570177789087064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2373570177789087064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/06/rosas.html' title='Rosas'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/SinRR70SQ3I/AAAAAAAAADc/Euam_aIACRk/s72-c/bloody+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-5676072958399085135</id><published>2009-06-05T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:53:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma chama&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer manifestação&lt;br /&gt;dele já me emociona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser só um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser só um lamento&lt;br /&gt;Pode até estar ideciso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo depede do momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que tudo que ele disser&lt;br /&gt;Será belo de se escutar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo q ele fizer&lt;br /&gt;Vai me apaixonar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-5676072958399085135?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/5676072958399085135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=5676072958399085135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/5676072958399085135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/5676072958399085135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/06/paixao.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-4507869590160698480</id><published>2009-06-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:10:31.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No bar a contemplar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lindo homem de brilhante olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cabelos pretos a brilhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os olhos azuis da cor do mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bebia com prazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;provavelmente para esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu nome eu queria saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas sem coragem de o fazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarde demais me encoragei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A conta ele pediu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O segui quando do bar saiu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e na rua com nada me deparei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-4507869590160698480?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/4507869590160698480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=4507869590160698480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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agora que você me fazia bem&lt;br /&gt;Logo agora que minha vida você mantêm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou a venda&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que você não entenda&lt;br /&gt;nada vai me fazer te perdoar&lt;br /&gt;nem se na pureza suas mãos você lavar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de sal caem&lt;br /&gt;De meus olhos saem&lt;br /&gt;Elas vêm da tristeza que você deixou&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos que você abandonou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-6208853573492264807?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/6208853573492264807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=6208853573492264807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;vejo coisas sombrias&lt;br /&gt;que me fazem estremecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombras e vultos&lt;br /&gt;tiram meu sono&lt;br /&gt;ruídos e susurros&lt;br /&gt;marcam meu abandono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ele me quer&lt;br /&gt;ele também nada me diz&lt;br /&gt;como posso viver em paz&lt;br /&gt;sem o amor q eu sempre quis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-2958187267852567018?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/2958187267852567018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=2958187267852567018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2958187267852567018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2958187267852567018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/05/noite-cai.html' title='A noite cai...'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-4720277473894924216</id><published>2009-05-19T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:55:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É facil ser amado sem retribuir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só fugir e não ficar do lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nossa vida parece ruir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao amar sem ser amado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-4720277473894924216?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/4720277473894924216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=4720277473894924216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/4720277473894924216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/4720277473894924216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-facil-ser-amado-sem-contribuir-e-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-2400775265922976533</id><published>2009-05-14T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:30:25.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" No silêncio mortal, todos os detalhes de repentese encaixaram, numa explosão de intuição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia algo q Edward não queria q eu soubesse. Algo q Jacob não teria escondido de mim. Algo q pôs tanto os Cullen quanto os lobos no bosque, movendo-se juntos numa proximidade perigosa. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que eu, de algum modo, esperava. Que eu sabia q aconteceria de novo, tanto qunanto eu desejava que jamais acontecesse. Nunca teria um fim, teria??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar negro&lt;br /&gt;Olhar malvado&lt;br /&gt;Olhar sedento&lt;br /&gt;Olhar amado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-2400775265922976533?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/2400775265922976533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=2400775265922976533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2400775265922976533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/2400775265922976533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-silencio-mortal-todos-os-detalhes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-8880952129705996138</id><published>2009-05-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:49:44.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida louca, louca vida.</title><content type='html'>Escrevi este texto para uma aula de redação. Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;O tema era ciúmes, aquele ciúme doentio. Então, tentei fazer um texto original.&lt;br /&gt;Está ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vida louca, louca vida. Vida me lembra o que eu sou, mulher da vida. Todas as noites um homem me paga. Alto, forte, moreno, olhos azuis. Delicado, amoroso. Ele nem precisava me pagar, mas ele fazia questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca, louca vida. Louca sou eu, me apaixonei por meu cliente loucamente. Só pertenço a ele. De noite tem meu corpo, de dia minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca, louca vida. Segui ele um dia. Meu deus, por quê? Casado ele é, filhos ele tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca, louca da vida. Ele deveria ser só meu, como eu era só dele todas as noites, todas elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida louca, louca da vida!! Ele nunca será meu último homem, mas eu serei sua última mulher. Dormir ao meu lado ele vai, mas nunca mais vai acordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-8880952129705996138?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/8880952129705996138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=8880952129705996138' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/8880952129705996138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435913472765102593/posts/default/8880952129705996138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-louca-louca-vida.html' title='Vida louca, louca vida.'/><author><name>Nay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904357952794737480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/Sim_V321vMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_sEc_0zOWLo/S220/DSC05588.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435913472765102593.post-8350130723751002911</id><published>2009-05-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:27:37.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/SgsOl_Jb9PI/AAAAAAAAACI/DVtZxqcAQ2w/s1600-h/deathbat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335374229319447794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N91pOdjXXc/SgsOl_Jb9PI/AAAAAAAAACI/DVtZxqcAQ2w/s320/deathbat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Minha avó, afinal, ela faz um ano hoje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;proveite o dia ou morra lastimando o tempo&lt;/span&gt; perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está vazio e frio sem você aqui, tantas pessoas sofrendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vejo minha visão queimando, eu sinto minhas memórias desaparecendo no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sou tão jovem para me preocupar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essas ruas em que nós viajamos sofrerão do mesmo passado perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu encontrei você aqui, então, por favor, fique por mais algum tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu posso me mover com você por perto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te asseguro minha vida mortal, mas isto será para sempre?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu faria qualquer coisa por um sorriso, segurando sua mão até nosso tempo acabar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós dois sabemos que o dia irá chegar, mas eu não quero te deixar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vejo minha visão queimando, eu sinto minhas memórias desaparecendo no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas estou tão jovem para me preocupar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uma melodia, uma memória, ou só uma fotografia"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveite o dia ou morra lastimando o tempo perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está vazio e frio sem você aqui, tantas pessoas sofrendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nova vida substituindo todos nós, mudando esta fábula que vivemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não precisamos ficar muito aqui, então para onde iremos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irá você seguir esta jornada esta noite, me seguir nas paredes de mortes passadas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas garota, e se não haver vida eterna?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vejo minha visão queimando, eu sinto minhas memórias desaparecendo no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas estou tão jovem para me preocupar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uma melodia, uma memória, ou só uma fotografia"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveite o dia ou morra lastimando o tempo perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está vazio e frio sem você aqui, tantas pessoas sofrendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experimentando a vida, há perguntas de nossa existência aqui, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não quero morrer só sem você aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor, diga-me que o que temos é real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, e se eu nunca te abraçar, ou beijar seus lábios novamente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então eu não quero te deixar e as memórias que nós dois temos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu imploro não me deixe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveite o dia ou morra lastimando o tempo perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está vazio e frio sem você aqui, tantas pessoas sofrendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experimentando a vida, há perguntas de nossa existência aqui, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não quero morrer só sem você aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor, diga-me que o que temos é real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silêncio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você me perdeu, sem chance para um outro dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Continuará no fundo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu caminho aqui sozinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caindo sob você, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem chance de levar você de volta para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435913472765102593-8350130723751002911?l=stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-from-nay.blogspot.com/feeds/8350130723751002911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5435913472765102593&amp;postID=8350130723751002911' 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