<?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-833591074923465095</id><updated>2011-10-05T23:15:43.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>demonio em forma de anjo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-6470486172905165767</id><published>2011-09-21T02:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T03:02:41.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ola estou aqui pra falar de algo muito estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;como as coisas podem mudar de uma hora pra outra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;sabe em um momento estamos felizes demais e não conseguimos nem pensar o que realmente nos deixa assim tão feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;e no outro aff voce quer que as coisas explodão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;meu namoro é um pouco conturbado eu não sei mas o que faço não sei mais o que pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;há momentos que a coisa mais importante do mundo pra mim é meu namorado e há momentos que eu não consigo nem falar com ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;o jeito como ele me trata , o jeito como ele fala cmg as vezes me deixa realmente magoado sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;não quero de forma alguma que isso acabe ,mas tb não sei mais como segurar esse namoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;cada dia que passa fica mais dificil essa decisão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;cada dia que passa eu não sei mais o que pensar  talvez eu seja um pouco idiota e imaturo ,mas talvez eu seja consciente e percebe que a dedicação que eu tenho com ele não é a mesma que recebo sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;isso realmente doi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;cansei de errar sabe , cansei de procurar a perfeição nas pessoas por que eu sei que de perfeito não tenho nada ,sou uma pessoa extremamente chata e só gosto de fazer as coisas do meu jeito e quando alguem me tira isso nossa parece que o mundo cai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;as vezes eu só queria que ele falasse cmg de modo diferente , que me fizesse carinho , que tivesse presente sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;as vezes eu acho que quero coisas demais dele ,mas tb acho que eu mereço pelo menos 50% disso sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;me arrependo de ter errado com algumas pessoas, mas desculpe eu errei não é por isso que preciso pagar pra sempre o que aconteceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;o que eu faço meu deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;por que eu preciso ficar assim com essas duvidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;por que não pode ser td mais facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;por que  porque por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;meu unico problema é olhar pra ele e ver no rosto dele aquela expressão de menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;que me deixa encantado o problema é amar uma pessoa que nem tah nem ai pra voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;sei lah as coisas acontecem de um jeito ou de outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;vamos ver no que dá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;só espero não perder meu tempo nem o dele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ps: por que não é uma coisa legal pra algumas pessoas dormir com a pessoa que voce gosta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;okay isso foi um desabafo eu precisava disso&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/833591074923465095-6470486172905165767?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/6470486172905165767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=6470486172905165767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/6470486172905165767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/6470486172905165767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2011/09/ola-estou-aqui-pra-falar-de-algo-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-2840270841329837683</id><published>2011-09-15T02:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T02:32:44.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;bem a tanto tempo que não escrevo aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;muitas coisas mudaram na minha vida desde então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;algumas foram maravilhosas outras horriveis ,mas eu toh aqui feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hoje é meu aniversario e o que mais quero é algo tão simples ,mas tão simples que é quase de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;num vou contar pra ninguem e só ele pode me dar o que eu quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;beijos di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-3962850623485021916</id><published>2009-02-12T19:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:38:34.194-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSWhHe4EPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-rUtEBlBVk0/s1600-h/12.01.2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSWhHe4EPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-rUtEBlBVk0/s320/12.01.2009+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302028157010317554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo musicas em uma noite como essa e a unica coisa que entra em meus pensamentos é o som de sua voz e o jeito como voce olha para mim&lt;div&gt;ouço o som do vento batendo em minha janela me fazendo lembrar de seus lindos cabelos dourados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu poderia ate passar a noite me lamentendo por voce não ser minha, mas a unica coisa que realmente sinto vontade é de lembrar quando estou ao seu lado (muitos raros esses momentos ,mas realmente eternos em minha mente)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ver o sol nascer e desejar ver-te cmg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tempo esta passando e voce realmente ficando diferente , não de certa forma ruim , mas somente diferente (mulher diga-se de passagem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tempo tem uma missão generosa para com voce , ele passa para voce , mas tambem te torna mais linda e agradavel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu poderia ao certo mudar em mim tudo que não lhe agrade , alias seria um prazer ser tudo o que voce realmente sonhou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de um jeito errado mais totalmente certo somos feitos um para o outro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivemos uma vida boa , mas não a que realmente queremos (voce sabe disso)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sente saudades das coisas que lhe foram tomadas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu apenas sinto saudades de alguem que nunca tive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não tenha medo , pois tudo que o destino escreveu para nos esta a se cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca fomos tão diferentes , sempre fomos iguais não digo em coisas incomum , mas sim em sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre sentimos essa pequena faisca que com o tempo cresce e nunca se apaga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não tenha medo o que um dia sentimos foi algo forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca mais (seu que é muito tempo mas é verdade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;irei procura-la para te-la em meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nesses quase dois anos perdemos essa oportunidade de estarmos juntos e felizes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não me machuque tentando resgatar esse tempo que realmente voce perdeu. por que as vezes algo que foi perdido jamais poderá ser encontrado (ainda mais quando alguem se machuca)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;dedicado a thay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/833591074923465095-3962850623485021916?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/3962850623485021916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=3962850623485021916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/3962850623485021916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/3962850623485021916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouvindo-musicas-em-uma-noite-como-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSWhHe4EPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-rUtEBlBVk0/s72-c/12.01.2009+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-4475046438963990494</id><published>2009-02-12T19:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:27:16.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZST6_CX0LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qyiNnKkLEbA/s1600-h/12.01.2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZST6_CX0LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qyiNnKkLEbA/s320/12.01.2009+054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302025302884995250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando estou tão calmo voce simplesmente aparece do nada&lt;div&gt;por que isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como posso evitar não sentir o que realmente sinto se sempre voce faz com que eu sinta essas coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não posso e não devo mais ter duvidas , mas o que posso fazer se em minha cabeça há tantas incertezas ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou eu que posso fazer tudo isso ir embora, mas é algo que realmente não quero evitar ou simplesmente esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;algum dia isso ira desaparecer sem deixar cicatrizes ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu espero, não posso mais aguentar , apenas vá embora e não olhar para traz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixe que de resto eu cuido de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não apareça mais se realmente não for para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não preciso mais desse amor para me sentir desse jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seu amor me causa dor e deixa marcar em minha pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-4475046438963990494?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/4475046438963990494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=4475046438963990494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/4475046438963990494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/4475046438963990494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-estou-tao-calmo-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZST6_CX0LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qyiNnKkLEbA/s72-c/12.01.2009+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-4435216991020813413</id><published>2009-02-12T19:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:19:52.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSSb1IJBzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TsmL56tvLDs/s1600-h/12.01.2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSSb1IJBzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TsmL56tvLDs/s320/12.01.2009+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302023668137264946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que mais que eu tente i nunca esqueço seu beijo?&lt;div&gt;por que agora eu naum consigo sentir isso com mais ninguem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdoa-me se as coisas que eu digo são apenas merdas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu coração é seu e meu corpo tb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu tentei ser melhor , mas eu não posso ser melhor que isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu realmente não entendo nada em seu mundo , eu apenas digo que voce me deixa feliz sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não seja timido e nem fofo. por que então eu não consigo deixar voce ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre que ouço uma musica eu lembro de voce e da nossa noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era inverno e estava frio , aquela noite eu tive voce em meus braços só para mim . eu lembro que voce disse: nunca ninguem falou cmg como voce falou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu lembro de voce apenas sorrindo depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu queria que aquela noite nunca acabasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu lembro de tudo , seus lindos olhos azuis , seus labios tão macios e vermelhos como o morango, sua pele tão branca como a lua naquela noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i senti seu pescoço em meus labios *o deus*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i nunca poderei esquecer isso. voce poderia ser meu marido . se voce não fosse uma vadia ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas eu amo voce e sempre amarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se cuide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSSb1IJBzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TsmL56tvLDs/s72-c/12.01.2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-3983708264537313515</id><published>2009-02-12T18:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:08:09.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSPmVJns1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tfaIInO_XiI/s1600-h/12.01.2009+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSPmVJns1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tfaIInO_XiI/s320/12.01.2009+081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302020549997212498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não posso me deixar levar pelas emoçoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fazer coisas/atos impensaveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;minha vida ja naum tem um sentido . ja não vejo resultado em minhas pequenas açoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;algo , algum dia terá significado pra mim de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;algo fará algum sentido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;isso é algo que realmente naum sei , mas gostaria de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nem posso mais viver pensando no passado, por que meu futuro esta por vir. eu sinto que algo esta mudando eu só naum sei o sentido da mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e duro olhar para tras e perceber que voce esta apenas envelhecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quero que o tempo voltepara que possa concertar a maiorias das merdas que eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nem sei ao certo o que eu mudaria ou não, só sei que seria pra algo melhor para todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ja não sinto a emoção que sentia apenas em ver a chuva cair , os prazeres que eram poucos acabaram se tornando invalidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não consigo mais ao menos escrever algo que realmente faça sentido, ao meu ver e por tudo que vivi (e naum foram tão poucos anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;acho que nada realmente faz sentido alguam pra ninguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;acho que todos procuram algo que realmente não existe , não seinem por que ainda gasto folhas de papeis e tinta para escrever coisas que nunca houveram ou haverão sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não sei ao certo como começar  para escrever algo tão divino para alguem tão mais divino ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lembro do nosso primeiro beijo foi algo maravilhoso , lembro-mede tudo como se isso ainda estivesse vivo dentro de mim (acho que nunca isso passará)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não sei por que tudo acontceu do jeito que aconteceu só sei que agora eu nnaum consigo parar de pensar.posso ter fantasiado demais , mas foi alguem que realmente valleu a pena . todos sabem que não sou uma pessoa que escreve as coisas a toa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;todos sabem que quando eu amo eu simplesmente amo .nada ate hj deu certo , nada nunca foi como eu queria que fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fecho os meus olhos esperando vocechegar eu sei que isso nunca ira acontecer de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não quero e nem posso deseja-lo como sempre quis tudo realmente não passou de ilusão , mas que sempre me pareceu real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fica complicado viver depois que conheci voce e sempre te comparo com outras pessoas e nunca nenhuma chega a me fazer metade do que voce me fez , eu poso ter diferentes pessoas em minha vida mais voce sempre será o unico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;te amo hj e sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                  my sweet prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/833591074923465095-3983708264537313515?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SZSPmVJns1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tfaIInO_XiI/s72-c/12.01.2009+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-32909099995344905</id><published>2008-05-27T21:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.662-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo sai do meu controle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SDynoo78HPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/whSNZfVEFcw/s1600-h/25.04.08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SDyno478HQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UISd6MfFkcE/s1600-h/25.04.08+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cansei de errar&lt;br /&gt;cansei de tentar corrigir meus erros incorrigiveis&lt;br /&gt;cansei de tentar me importar&lt;br /&gt;cansei de voce&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não olhe pra mim daquele jeito de novo ,pois voce sabe que isso pode me fazer desistir de tudo e entregar minha vida á voce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu perdou voce por voce ser assim&lt;br /&gt;eu perdou voce por me fazer sofrer&lt;br /&gt;por que eu sei que um dia voce será somente meu ,meu e demais ninguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio ouvir sua voz por que isso muda tudo o que penso naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;odeio falar de voce por que cada vez que falo de voce eu lembro do que senti a primeira vez que voce me tocou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não te odeio por voce ser assim&lt;br /&gt;mas odeio voce pelo que voce fez eu me tornar&lt;br /&gt;alguem realmente dependente do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;não consigo mais respirar se voce nao estiver ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que pensava que estava certo e que tinha o controle saiu da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;não quero que voce seja só mais uma lembrança em minha casa&lt;br /&gt;quero que voce possa ver e sentir a vida junto cmg&lt;br /&gt;por que voce foi a coisa mais maravilhosa que a vida pode me dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs te amo hj e sempre&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/833591074923465095-32909099995344905?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/32909099995344905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=32909099995344905' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/32909099995344905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/32909099995344905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/05/tudo-sai-do-meu-controle.html' title='Tudo sai do meu controle'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-5079240164783804432</id><published>2008-04-22T01:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:34:39.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>me mostre o que esta errado ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/SA1o6786uqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BwJT2QMLG6Y/s1600-h/24.03.08+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&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/833591074923465095-5079240164783804432?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/5079240164783804432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=5079240164783804432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/5079240164783804432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/5079240164783804432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-mostre-o-que-esta-errado.html' title='me mostre o que esta errado ^^'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-8622290531400824701</id><published>2008-04-02T22:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:12.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'>i know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R_RVlUD_OdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vAZpKl3m65k/s1600-h/24.03.08+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R_RVlUD_OdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vAZpKl3m65k/s320/24.03.08+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184863170539239890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;por tudo que passo e irei passar ainda sou grato por ter o que tenho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sinto saudades de muitos que ficaram no passado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mas me sinto bem com o que virão no futuro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;eu tenho algo que quase ninguem tem e é algo intransferivel&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;esperança que o amanha possa me trazer algo de onde queira viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;esperança de ter um dia melhor e conhecer pessoas diferentes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;esperança de um dia voce me amar ....&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/833591074923465095-8622290531400824701?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/8622290531400824701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=8622290531400824701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/8622290531400824701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/8622290531400824701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know.html' title='i know'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R_RVlUD_OdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vAZpKl3m65k/s72-c/24.03.08+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-7819996555213371819</id><published>2008-03-25T05:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:12.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, did you forget to take your meds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R-i6FED_OcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4dBT8DCXA9Y/s1600-h/24.03.08+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R-i6FED_OcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4dBT8DCXA9Y/s320/24.03.08+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181595967442336194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;do que um ser humano precisa pra viver?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;isso não sei como posso responder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas sei do que preciso e do que quero ter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pra mim não faltando meu cigarro meu cafe amigos e uma boa musica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;esta tudo otimo a vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas a vida não é só isso &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;queria que fosse simples assim sabe,nossa jah pensou poder só juntar a galeria ficar conversando e todos os problemas se acabarem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bem não é isso que acontece ,sempre tem a vida e o que fazer dela que atrapalha tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;um dia poderemos ser felizes e ter tudo que queremos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;acho que sim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a unica coisa que quero agora é alguem pra mim mas será que irei encontrar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quem sabe um dia num futuro não muito distante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;não esqueça das coisas que são importantes pra voce por que um dia elas poderão se realizar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;enquanto isso ouça um pouco de placebo ,beba um pouco e deixa o mundo te levar com seus pequenos cigarros ^^&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;beijos a todos&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/833591074923465095-7819996555213371819?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/7819996555213371819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=7819996555213371819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/7819996555213371819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/7819996555213371819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-did-you-forget-to-take-your-meds.html' title='baby, did you forget to take your meds?'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R-i6FED_OcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4dBT8DCXA9Y/s72-c/24.03.08+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-6354500476402758292</id><published>2008-03-09T21:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:21.836-02:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R9SKHRsVGDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wZTOInhnnek/s1600-h/21.01.08+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que fazemos coisas que depois olhamos para traz e naum faz mais sentido?&lt;br /&gt;por que deixamos de viver para realizar sonhos que não acontecerão nunca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso sempre digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always stay the same. nothing never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-6354500476402758292?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/6354500476402758292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=6354500476402758292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/6354500476402758292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/6354500476402758292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/03/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-1960147396247948943</id><published>2008-02-18T01:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.668-02:00</updated><title type='text'>anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R7kpw0CvgiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QUNJn8pNUsg/s1600-h/21.01.08+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;quanto tempo sem postar e quando coisas pra falar&lt;br /&gt;como conseguir viver sem ao menos dizer&lt;br /&gt;fecho meus olhos e começo a perceber&lt;br /&gt;que eu sem voce não tenho mais o que viver&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos são coisas que vem e vão&lt;br /&gt;mas o que vivi com voce não foi apenas ilusão&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa mas rapido do que gostariamos&lt;br /&gt;então corrar antes que o seu tempo se esgote&lt;br /&gt;a morte não é o final apenas o recomeço&lt;br /&gt;abra seus olhos e observe a vida&lt;br /&gt;não o que dizer nem  o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;apenas escrevo coisas e faço outras coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos a todos&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/833591074923465095-1960147396247948943?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/1960147396247948943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=1960147396247948943' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/1960147396247948943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/1960147396247948943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/02/anos.html' title='anos'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-1983641718089100854</id><published>2008-01-12T03:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:18:44.480-02:00</updated><title type='text'>acredite em vc mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Disposable Teens (tradução)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E eu sou um arco-íris negro&lt;br /&gt;E eu sou um macaco de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto foi feito&lt;br /&gt;para a violência e pornografia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma distorção adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivi ao aborto&lt;br /&gt;Um rebelde da cintura para baixo&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero agradecer à você mamãe&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero agradecer à você papai&lt;br /&gt;Por me trazer à este maldito mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para um final amargo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca odiei&lt;br /&gt;á um deus único e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;mas o deus das pessoas eu odiei&lt;br /&gt;Você dizia que queria evolução&lt;br /&gt;O macaco era um imenso golpe&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: Você quer uma revolução, homem&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse que você estava cheio de merda&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Você dizia que queria evolução&lt;br /&gt;O macaco era um imenso golpe&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: Você quer uma revolução, homem&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse que você estava cheio de merda&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais você nos teme&lt;br /&gt;maior nos ficamos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais você nos teme&lt;br /&gt;maior nos ficamos&lt;br /&gt;E não fique surpreso, não fique surpreso&lt;br /&gt;Não fique surpreso quando nós o destruírmos&lt;br /&gt;Você dizia que queria evolução&lt;br /&gt;O macaco era um imenso golpe&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: Você quer uma revolução, homem&lt;br /&gt;E eu disse que você estava cheio de merda&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos jovens descartáveis...&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos descartáveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-1983641718089100854?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-793783919891108349</id><published>2008-01-12T03:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.669-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R4hWHcy6sfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9h84w7B8IbM/s1600-h/20.11.07+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vida,&lt;br /&gt;algo tão inesperado e  dificil de começar&lt;br /&gt;naum se sabe o que fazer ou o que pensar&lt;br /&gt;tudo gira em torno da falsidade e a mentira&lt;br /&gt;será que isso acabará um dia&lt;br /&gt;será que a vida naum será só isso&lt;br /&gt;pode haver outros significados&lt;br /&gt;mas as pessoas realmente esquecem o por que vivem&lt;br /&gt;e pra que vivem&lt;br /&gt;dê algum significado a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;e lute neh&lt;br /&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/833591074923465095-793783919891108349?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/793783919891108349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=793783919891108349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/793783919891108349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/793783919891108349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida.html' title='vida'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-224476100518677147</id><published>2008-01-06T01:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.669-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que sou assim?0o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R4BNfMy6seI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_yZzHOzWNxA/s1600-h/20.10.07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;só queria entender uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;o que há de errado cmg?&lt;br /&gt;por que eu faço coisas que não deveria fazer?&lt;br /&gt;por que magoou pessoas que naum queria magoar&lt;br /&gt;por que eu naum consigo ser feliz e encontrar alguém pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;só o que peço é algo que me ame e eu tb a ame&lt;br /&gt;naum eu amando e a pessoa naum me amando ou vice-versa&lt;br /&gt;odeio me sentir carente&lt;br /&gt;odeio me sentir frágil&lt;br /&gt;mas é isso que eu sou e isso que sinto&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;espero que algumas coisas passem&lt;br /&gt;por que minha intenção naum é de magoar ninguem&lt;br /&gt;e sim fazer as pessoas felizes&lt;br /&gt;pois todo mundo esta em busca da sua propria felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kate Kearney&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/833591074923465095-224476100518677147?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/224476100518677147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=224476100518677147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/224476100518677147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/224476100518677147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2008/01/por-que-sou-assim0o.html' title='Por que sou assim?0o'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-1107298739680636693</id><published>2007-12-24T17:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce tentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R3ARIy72txI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HIxXorIcA88/s1600-h/10.12.07+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman" size="5" style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sua voz é tão suave que me sinto no céu quando a ouço&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele tão branca que chega ateh reluzir ao sol&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios tão vermelhos e doces que parcessem um presente divino&lt;br /&gt;Doce tentação que me faz perder o chão&lt;br /&gt;mostre-me mais de sua beleza para que possa ser feliz então&lt;br /&gt;Oh ser d grande tentação&lt;br /&gt;presente divino de um mundo de podridão&lt;br /&gt;Traga a mim um pouco de paixão&lt;br /&gt;para que assim, não morrer em vão&lt;br /&gt;Luz divina que me faz transpirar&lt;br /&gt;Faça com que essas sensação não mais passar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me sentir a suavidade de suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o calor de seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar algo divino e lindo&lt;br /&gt;Para que assim o divino permaneça em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-1107298739680636693?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/1107298739680636693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=1107298739680636693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/1107298739680636693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/1107298739680636693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/doce-tentao.html' title='Doce tentação'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-5242957843254542060</id><published>2007-12-24T16:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo reluzente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R3ABmS72twI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GuNkP7W0LtQ/s1600-h/10.12.07+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Doce mulher com coração de menina&lt;br /&gt;Rosa divina de um mundo de podridão&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz é algo tão doce e lindo quanto&lt;br /&gt;a melodia de um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos inspiram uma sinceridade sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios tão vermelhos  e lindos que reluzem o pecado&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos tão pequenas e delicadas que da vontade de&lt;br /&gt;toca-las só de olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele tão branca e linda que me sinto feliz só  de observar&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso tão brilhante que ilumina o lugar onde vc está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Doce mulher de corpo divino&lt;br /&gt;  traga a felicidade para esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;  para que assim o mundo posso celebrar&lt;br /&gt;  a beleza de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;  e lembre-se.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é algo divino, mas não adianta de nada se não saber usar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;br /&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/833591074923465095-5242957843254542060?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/5242957843254542060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=5242957843254542060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/5242957843254542060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/5242957843254542060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/anjo-reluzente.html' title='Anjo reluzente'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-5448834208187650870</id><published>2007-12-22T21:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.675-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixes o desejo morrer ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R22h7i72tvI/AAAAAAAAADs/YQlEGOdUsKY/s1600-h/05.12.07+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande" size="5" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;por que me faz chorar?&lt;br /&gt;que motivos te dei pra me magoar?&lt;br /&gt;ando nas noites frias imaginando como seria nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;vc um dia poderá olhar para mim de outra maneira?&lt;br /&gt;não pense que não vejo o que fases&lt;br /&gt;não sou ingénuo como pareço ser&lt;br /&gt;não finjas pra mim,pois nunca fingi pra vc&lt;br /&gt;quebre essas correntes que te seguram e se liberte Á vida&lt;br /&gt;e viva uma vida cmg&lt;br /&gt;não se deixe ser enganada por poucas coisas&lt;br /&gt;ouça o que falo e não se arrependerás&lt;br /&gt;a única coisa que poderá se arrepender é de ter me deixado&lt;br /&gt;de lado por ele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tenho vontade de sumir e te esquecer,mas não faço isso&lt;br /&gt;por que sei que vc não conseguirá a liberdade sem mim&lt;br /&gt;mesmo fazendo sofre eu vivo por vc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero as coisas diferentes,mas pra isso preciso muda-las&lt;br /&gt;isso não é algo distante,mas sim quase impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se desista de um sonho,pois&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos são felizes,mas pelo menos todos tentam ser ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-5448834208187650870?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/5448834208187650870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-8262068069632533529</id><published>2007-12-20T21:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:13.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2sAvi72tuI/AAAAAAAAADg/IJZJ1MYrMmI/s1600-h/15.12.07+088s+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2sAvi72tuI/AAAAAAAAADg/IJZJ1MYrMmI/s320/15.12.07+088s+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146207816032630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sono nos faz perder a razão e agir sem impulso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;queria dizer que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; realmente preciso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; aguento mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;amanha vou ir comprar roupas arrumar cabelo e fazer tudo com minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;espero que o dia seja divertido tanto pra mim como pra ela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas mais pra mim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahauhauhauhauahuahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que besta eu &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahauhauauahuauhau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gente de verdade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; quase morrendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; me aguento mais em pé &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;por que as pessoas que tinham que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;durmir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;naum&lt;/span&gt; dorme 0o?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu sou uma delas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ano que vem as coisas mudam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bjus&lt;/span&gt; a todos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kearney&lt;/span&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/833591074923465095-8262068069632533529?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/8262068069632533529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=8262068069632533529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/8262068069632533529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/8262068069632533529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-sono-nos-faz-perder-razo-e-agir-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2sAvi72tuI/AAAAAAAAADg/IJZJ1MYrMmI/s72-c/15.12.07+088s+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-5629959603007482197</id><published>2007-12-20T06:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.679-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desabafo (irritado com tudo e com todos hj)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2ovgS72ttI/AAAAAAAAADY/QRYnSGZZ7hg/s1600-h/20.11.07+104+c%C3%B3pia.jpgsx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hj é um desabafo pois preciso dizer uma coisa pra alguém ou algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu sou uma pessoa extremamente observadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosto de conhecer melhor as pessoas que estão ao meu lado e tals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e acabo tb naum dando muita importância paras pessoas depois de um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;por tanto conhece-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas tem um porem quando eu dou importancia a alguém é pra sempre sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e eu odeio naum receber a mesma coisa, são pequenos detalhes que podem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mudar tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero ver o que consigo fazer mas acho que nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;toh irritado demais pra isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu queria que as pessoas dessem mais importância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;por que sou assim eu dou a importância quando se deve dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas naum gosto quie naum tenham consideração por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como eu preciso de algo ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;olha eu gosto de ser aquela pessoa amiga pra todos sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquelas que vc pode contar os mínimos detalhes e tals eu gosto e falam que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspiro confiança e acho que isso é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;por isso acho que quando naum fazem isso naum confiam em mim eu fiko nervoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahaahaua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas relaxa isso foi um desabafo (tb naum achei meu diário ahauha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(pouco mais calmo)heeheeheh&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/833591074923465095-5629959603007482197?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/5629959603007482197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=5629959603007482197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-7598567917132937541</id><published>2007-12-19T03:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:21.854-02:00</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/833591074923465095-7598567917132937541?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/7598567917132937541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=7598567917132937541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/7598567917132937541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/7598567917132937541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-391324820405219375</id><published>2007-12-18T17:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.688-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como se define o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2gnji72tsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gz7nhyLShuk/s1600-h/20.11.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como se define o amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È fácil&lt;br /&gt;é a necessidade do toque&lt;br /&gt;é o sentimento mais puro e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;que transforma as coisas mundanas e insignificantes&lt;br /&gt;em coisas magicas ,lindas e extraordinárias&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor senão o doce toque de seus lábios de veludo&lt;br /&gt;que me fazem suspirar e transpirar,fikar gélido e tremer&lt;br /&gt;Minha mão jah não obedece meus comandos&lt;br /&gt;pois sempre queres tocar a sua pele de veludo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem saiba o que é o amor ou as vezes eu meio&lt;br /&gt;que fiko confuso só sei que o amor é algo que vai alem da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Toque meus lábios gélidos para que assim possa sonhar com a doce ilusão&lt;br /&gt;que um dia fui amado por vc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&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/833591074923465095-391324820405219375?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-862449006117461422</id><published>2007-12-18T16:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:14.005-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu unico amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2gc5S72trI/AAAAAAAAADI/n7B4Obh2IuI/s1600-h/20.11.07+104+c%C3%B3piaxd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2gc5S72trI/AAAAAAAAADI/n7B4Obh2IuI/s320/20.11.07+104+c%C3%B3piaxd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145394344931800754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Até hj sinto seu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Até hj sinto sua pele tocando a minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A musica, os pensamentos a excitação.Melhor coisa que poderia esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que te conhecia a anos, mas só faziam horas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;as luzes apagadas a respiração forte, os beijos no pescoço o modo como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;vc prendia minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Uma coisa tão bruta que necessitava. Você me deu em um dia tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;que as pessoas não me deram em uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sou grato por poder levar essas lembranças para minha vida toda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fico imaginando se a vida não foi injusta quando nos separamos ,se &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;seriamos amáveis sempre e se poderíamos contar um com o outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seus olhos eram de um azul tão intenso que conseguia me ver através deles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele era tão branca e tão macia quanto a seda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você era tão alto que nossos corpos se encaixavam como se fossem feitos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sobre medida um para o outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus cabelos eram lindas e negros como a noite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua boca tão macia &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seu beijo que me envolvia em uma enorme excitação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me senti protegido por você ,me senti amado, você me fez transpirar, me fez sentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;falta de ar .Você era o único que me&lt;br /&gt;faria ter coragem de largar tudo e viver por vc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O único que me apaixonei de verdade ,que senti coisas que acho que jamais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sentirei ,mesmo  eu mudando jamais esquecerei você &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pois vc pra mim foi pra sempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e sempre fikara em meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;br /&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/833591074923465095-862449006117461422?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/862449006117461422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=862449006117461422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/862449006117461422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/862449006117461422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/meu-unico-amor.html' title='Meu unico amor'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2gc5S72trI/AAAAAAAAADI/n7B4Obh2IuI/s72-c/20.11.07+104+c%C3%B3piaxd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-4661294947025943678</id><published>2007-12-17T22:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:14.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aonde o prazer pode nos levar e o que se pode fazer com ele?não há limites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2cWCi72tqI/AAAAAAAAADA/SZdCE4tI93Y/s1600-h/20.10.07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2cWCi72tqI/AAAAAAAAADA/SZdCE4tI93Y/s320/20.10.07+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145105332287485602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Não pode se privar das coisas ou ficar com uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;só por que tirou da cabeça que príncipe não existe, mas&lt;br /&gt;pode acreditar existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo muito&lt;br /&gt;será que essas palavras algum dia fizeram significado ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È acho que não, então antes de dizer que me ama&lt;br /&gt;pense nisso ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo um filme, escuto uma musica, penso em ti mais do que&lt;br /&gt;gostaria,mas será que isso faz desse sentimento o amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas duvidas, quantas perguntas&lt;br /&gt;queria ser capaz de responde-las&lt;br /&gt;queria ser capaz de tiras todas suas duvidas e pensamentos medíocres&lt;br /&gt;e torna-lo um ser pensante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva intensamente e se deixe levar para as emoções humanas, acorde&lt;br /&gt;e sinta a brisa da manhã tocar sua face, e dela reflectir tudo de bom que&lt;br /&gt;há em vc.&lt;br /&gt;Respire fundo e se entregue aos prazeres da carne&lt;br /&gt;peque, mas pelo menos sinta-se feliz e realizado&lt;br /&gt;O pecado não é tão ruim assim, mas se pergunte antes&lt;br /&gt;trocaria o seu mundo, sua eternidade por uma única noite magica e fascinante&lt;br /&gt;que nunca havia tido antes, e que se aceitar nunca terás essa linda oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;novamente?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sim, não é mesmo?,pois você ama mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor é tudo devemos nos entregar de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Devemos fazer qualquer coisa por esse sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;as vezes esse sentimento  fazem com que nos tornemos indigno de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento esta perto da obsessão, temos que tomar cuidado por que&lt;br /&gt;entre esse sentimento lindo há uma pequena linha o separando a linha do&lt;br /&gt;amor e ódio .Isso pode acabar tomando conta de vc quando é contrariado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A o prazer mundano, uma coisa fantástica&lt;br /&gt;mas destrutiva, pessoas matam por esse prazer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto nojo dessas pessoas tão mundanas que se&lt;br /&gt;deixão levar por isso,por esse prazer....&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas se traumatizam ,pessoas não conseguem&lt;br /&gt;mais fazer nada&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo imaginar  sendo assim como essas&lt;br /&gt;pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Odeio só pensar nisso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&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/833591074923465095-4661294947025943678?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/4661294947025943678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=4661294947025943678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/4661294947025943678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/4661294947025943678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/aonde-o-prazer-pode-nos-levar-e-o-que.html' title='Aonde o prazer pode nos levar e o que se pode fazer com ele?não há limites'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2cWCi72tqI/AAAAAAAAADA/SZdCE4tI93Y/s72-c/20.10.07+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-8467839943240106342</id><published>2007-12-17T21:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:21.864-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me faça mais sofrer recordando o que vive com vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2cLrS72tpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CBcRWdINWxE/s1600-h/20.10.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A vida é tão confusa&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;as pessoas são tão previsíveis&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;odeio pensar que  sempre irei encontrar&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;as mesmas pessoas&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;odeio pensar que a vida sempre será sem graça&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;queria algo diferente que me fizesse viver&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;queria algo que fizesse parar de pensar&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;em coisas sem sentido....&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Algo que me fizesse mais feliz , algo que me faça sentir...&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tire a agonia e angustia de meu peito&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tire essa dor que me consome&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;essa sensação jah não me deixa mais respirar&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tem dias que acordo e jah nem sei se estou vivo&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;se essa dor é uma coisa realmente estável&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sei que isso anestesia me corpo de tanta dor que sinto&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;começo a entrar em exctase&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso acabará um dia pois poderei acordar um dia&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e nem saber mais quem sou&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me possua  por que sou seu&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sei cada parte de seu corpo&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tenho vontade de te sentir&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seus lábios de veludo&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;suas mãos  delicadas&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O único capaz de me fazer sorrir&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O único capaz de ler meus pensamentos&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O único capas de saber o que eu sinto&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O único que vale apenas perder a juventude&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me faça sentir somente mais um pouco de seu sabor&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e a sensação de dominação&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-8467839943240106342?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/8467839943240106342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-8087292663400857632</id><published>2007-12-17T21:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me faça mais sofrer recordando o que vive com vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2cLrS72tpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CBcRWdINWxE/s1600-h/20.10.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;A vida é tão confusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;as pessoas são tão previsíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;odeio pensar que  sempre irei encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;as mesmas pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;odeio pensar que a vida sempre será sem graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;queria algo diferente que me fizesse viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;queria algo que fizesse parar de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;em coisas sem sentido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Algo que me fizesse mais feliz , algo que me faça sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tire a agonia e angustia de meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tire essa dor que me consome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;essa sensação jah não me deixa mais respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tem dias que acordo e jah nem sei se estou vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;se essa dor é uma coisa realmente estável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;sei que isso anestesia me corpo de tanta dor que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;começo a entrar em exctase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Isso acabará um dia pois poderei acordar um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;e nem saber mais quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Me possua  por que sou seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;sei cada parte de seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;tenho vontade de te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;seus lábios de veludo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;suas mãos  delicadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;O único capaz de me fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;O único capaz de ler meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;O único capas de saber o que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;O único que vale apenas perder a juventude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;Me faça sentir somente mais um pouco de seu sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;e a sensação de dominação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;"&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-8087292663400857632?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/8087292663400857632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=8087292663400857632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/8087292663400857632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/8087292663400857632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-me-faa-mais-sofrer-recordando-o-que.html' title='Não me faça mais sofrer recordando o que vive com vc'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-7078119748541918656</id><published>2007-12-17T21:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:21.870-02:00</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/833591074923465095-7078119748541918656?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/7078119748541918656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=7078119748541918656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/7078119748541918656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/7078119748541918656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-6290245624821825450</id><published>2007-12-17T21:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2cDkS72toI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z2zRTym0kQc/s1600-h/20.10.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Não consigo mais evitar isso, você só me traz insegurança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;tenho medo do nosso futuro, das suas açoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Medo de te amar e não poder fazer parte de seu mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;medo de não poder compartilhar com vc todos meus &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;segredos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;medo de que aconteça algo com você e eu não possa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;ao menos me despidir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Se vc morresse agora minha vida acabaria, pois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;voce é minha vida &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;única coisa que importa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Por vc eu me sacrificaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Você é um homem formidável, perfeito, amável,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Seu único defeito é não deixar que e entre em sua vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;descubra suas angustias e seus medos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu pudesse arrancaria tudo que te fizesse mal e passaria pra mim,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;pois os melhores momentos que tive foi com você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Meu eterno e doce amor ,sonhe sempre cmg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;pois assim te protegerei sempre&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;By: Kate Kearney&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/833591074923465095-6290245624821825450?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/6290245624821825450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=6290245624821825450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/6290245624821825450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/6290245624821825450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/tenho-medo.html' title='Tenho medo'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-2761962836054025153</id><published>2007-12-17T19:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.695-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixes que algo consiga mandar em vc a ponto de não conseguir viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2b9DC72tnI/AAAAAAAAACo/3Fu0HRTWzzs/s1600-h/10.12.07+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Como poderei viver sem ter vc?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;como suportarei a dor de te perder?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;como minha vida será sem ter vc?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Olhando para seus olhos eu sinto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;toda libertinagem que jah passou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;em minha vida jah não significa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mais nada depois que encontrei vc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não profane minha vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não me deixe nessa devastação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não finja entender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me tire dessa vida libertina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me salve da hipocrisia humana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;desses seres que de racionais e majestosos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não tem nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me faça ter uma overdose de amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me faça querer ser eterno e ter amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me faça sentir a suavidade humana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;acreditar que um dia esse mundo mudará&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;seres humanos, reles pecadores de almas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;profanadas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;seres putridos, será que um dia alcançaram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a evolução?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;algum dia farão coisas por vontade própria?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;acho que não seres inferiores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não sou  o dono da verdade, mas pelo menos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sei que ela existe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não profane mais o corpo santo que lhe foi dado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não omita suas vontades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;deixem de serem covardes e ajam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pelo que acham que é certo e talvez alcancem a evolução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate kearney&lt;br /&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/833591074923465095-2761962836054025153?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/2761962836054025153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=2761962836054025153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/2761962836054025153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/2761962836054025153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-deixes-que-algo-consiga-mandar-em-vc.html' title='Não deixes que algo consiga mandar em vc a ponto de não conseguir viver'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-3411244383568268047</id><published>2007-12-17T11:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'>the dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2YrSS72tjI/AAAAAAAAACI/M7t09pqEpzc/s1600-h/20.11.07+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;O sonho I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O sonho me transporta para coisas imensas e lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonhar faz com que me lembre que vale a esperar por vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As vezes te sinto tão perto e as vezes tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;queria tocar seus doces labios para que possa sentir a suavidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e o sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria te tocar com a profundidade de meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria fazer vc sentir e viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As coisas mais belas não podem ser comparadas a você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois quanto olho-te é como se o mundo parace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continuo a sonhar coisas impossiveis no momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não poderei esperar-te por toda eternidade ,mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;prometo que irei sonhar por toda eternidade com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;O sonho II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonhos são a irrealidade a força do pensamento a vontade humana&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos são coisas nas quais pensamos e não podemos viver&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos é a força que nos move e nos deixa vivo&lt;br /&gt;para assim tentar viver&lt;br /&gt;O que é um ser humano que não sonha?&lt;br /&gt;pra que viver se não ter um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sonhe e deixe viver ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kate Kearney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833591074923465095-3411244383568268047?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/3411244383568268047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=3411244383568268047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/3411244383568268047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/3411244383568268047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams.html' title='the dreams'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-1600964475260580048</id><published>2007-12-17T05:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2YlxC72tiI/AAAAAAAAACA/oqML6B_cEsA/s1600-h/05.12.07+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Derrame em meu leito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uma taça de seu sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cubra o meu rosto com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O mel da libertinagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Acaricie minha pele putrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Com suas mãos de veludo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ame mais do que o necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;para o sacrifício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Durma até a escuridão se pôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e nascer a luz da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me traga o meu doce príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;para que assim possa ser feliz pelo menos um dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps:algum dia será que vc sairá de meus sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by: Kate Kearney&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/833591074923465095-1600964475260580048?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/1600964475260580048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=1600964475260580048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/1600964475260580048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/1600964475260580048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sweet-prince.html' title='My sweet prince'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-4908328665524596176</id><published>2007-12-17T04:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:47:15.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixe ser corrompido pela cobiça de seus desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2Yc7y72teI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xq4J3FCYpF4/s1600-h/20.10.07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2Yc7y72teI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xq4J3FCYpF4/s320/20.10.07+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144831437928052194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Você realmente sabe o que é o amor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabe defini-lo ou senti-lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O que é o amor para você?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez algo tão carnal?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez algo tão espiritual?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ambos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte a si mesmo se amas.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte se pode viver uma mentira real em seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;mas a cada vez que se aproxima sente uma repugnância&lt;br /&gt;Não cale e não se deixe iludir&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte o que realmente se espera de uma relação&lt;br /&gt;Será que amor eterno não seja tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que podemos viver numa grande mentira pra sempre ou&lt;br /&gt;algum dia vamos perceber que estamos errados?&lt;br /&gt;Reveja e se possível sinta de novo&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia será mais velho esquecerá que o amor não é um sentimento de amizade?&lt;br /&gt;O amor é mais a cumplicidade, ambos tem que amar infinitamente e não sentir coisas&lt;br /&gt;indesejáveis a todos&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode culpar as pessoas mas pode se culpar por não saber o que fazer e quando fazer&lt;br /&gt;Viva  numa mentira se aguentar as consequências, pois numa mentira te faz esquecer os&lt;br /&gt;conceitos bons do que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe ser corrompida pelas coisas do mundo e principalmente não tenha medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;intensamente,pois todos fomos feito para isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: kate kearney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/833591074923465095-4908328665524596176?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/feeds/4908328665524596176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833591074923465095&amp;postID=4908328665524596176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/4908328665524596176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833591074923465095/posts/default/4908328665524596176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kate-kearney.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-deixe-ser-corrompido-pela-cobia-de.html' title='Não deixe ser corrompido pela cobiça de seus desejos'/><author><name>kate ^^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590000459819705032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--baBj_g4RLQ/TnGIOrrJfsI/AAAAAAAAALg/G4JJ64cZyq8/s220/PQAAAF2yd5b2GOqw-EKmJFT8uEqWc7awwOP2li9a49gnfUSCfCfbdcxJhbgxtyMQjI_4bIvLa_6rMePAx1mIqclHEfAAm1T1UKss80nyS6KBgE0OVHp2Gx9cqi2X.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2Yc7y72teI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xq4J3FCYpF4/s72-c/20.10.07+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833591074923465095.post-6740015130735501227</id><published>2007-12-17T04:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:46:19.697-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O começo,pois tudo tem sua origem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N_CPuctA-qs/R2YXMi72tdI/AAAAAAAAABY/muZb3GilRA8/s1600-h/20.11.07+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meçando agora meu blog, quero visitas e que todos sintam o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;quando estiver escrevendo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hj estou meio triste atordoado sabe quando não se sabe o que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;quando as coisas parecem impossível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ero que os dias melhores que as coisas progridão&lt;br /&gt;planos para o nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o ano que esta chegando  coisas menos pseudo depressivas&lt;br /&gt;algo que me de coragem pra viver e fazer desse algo algo melhor e mais proveitoso&lt;br /&gt;digo desse ano que esta por vir pois minhas opiçoes para esse ano jah acabaram&lt;br /&gt;não adianta mais nem sonhar&lt;br /&gt;não sou pseudo depressivos mas as vezes eu recaio&lt;br /&gt;ainda mais quando lembro do que foi importante e que deixei para trás&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que pensar não sei por que deixe para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não sei se recuperarei o meu príncipe&lt;br /&gt;só espero que isso aconteça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por que ele sempre foi tudo pra mim neh&lt;br /&gt;jah percebeu que tudo que acontece ou escrevem tem haver com alguém e não com algo?&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas necessitam desse contacto humano essa necessidade de fazer coisas assim&lt;br /&gt;quero que tudo seja diferente que não precise de nada&lt;br /&gt;heehhee&lt;br /&gt;acho que está bom pra primeira postagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bjus a todos e espero que visitem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ate Kearney&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/833591074923465095-6740015130735501227?l=kate-kearney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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