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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895969199715000045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5BjJzCkMbk/TuKcvhWNaVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6H6qROFbuEE/s220/agua.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636786020728000195.post-4471808484325439187</id><published>2012-01-22T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:29:57.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 anos se passaram e nada mudou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oVBlO_Cs6w/TxyYbN15v2I/AAAAAAAAADU/pucECyypaaU/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oVBlO_Cs6w/TxyYbN15v2I/AAAAAAAAADU/pucECyypaaU/s320/chuva.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É madrugada do dia 12/01/2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A chuva cai lá fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ainda assim o calor sufoca aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o calor não é nada em comparação aos pensamentos, ou aos sentimentos, que sufocam a alma, a essência da vida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esperar amanhecer e enfrentar mais um dia, por mais aterrorizante que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parece ser a única saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia tudo isto tem que acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Afinal, o que é a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que significa toda essa corrida desenfreada, onde todos, quando cruzarmos a linha de chegada, ainda não estaremos prontos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todos sabemos o que nos aguarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Somente a morte é certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E esperá-la é a única coisa a fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Antecipá-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já pensei, planejei, mas não vale a pena, pois a vida eterna, a qual almejo, essa sim, vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Este sono mortal que teremos que enfrentar não é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A vida com Deus é tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então, paciência, seja como o Pai quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas Ele quer me ver sofrendo assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não acredito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tem que haver uma saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como expressar com palavras escritas, quando nem verbalmente consigo expressar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só sei que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto uma coisa que sufoca, um desespero, uma angústia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Algo que não se explica, só se sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem me dera dormir, dormir, dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o sono não vem hoje nem com os remédios que usei metodicamente durante o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomar mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É bobagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esperar é o melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã vai ser tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reviver o inferno até que o Céu chegue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do futuro nem sei o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei o que será melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Penso que para mim, lucro será abandonar qualquer corrida pelo dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sustento para cada dia Deus nos prometeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu confio ou não em Suas promessas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Digo que sim, mas por que não abandono tudo que me mata e procuro o que me traz vida, paz, felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só porque a felicidade é dura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou por que ela não dura???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meus quatro cães é que são felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para que "ter", quando "ser" é o essencial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu Deus! Dê-me paciência para suportar mais manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois de amanhã veremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Talvez nem precisarei mais preocupar com nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só amanhã!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tire esse aperto no peito, no fundo da alma, no interior do meu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desligue esse fio do cérebro que fica continuamente ligado, até parece que em curto-circuito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que um dia ainda fico louco, e nada mais importará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Felizes aqueles que são sonsos, desligados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que eles é que são felizes, sonsos e antas como são...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Postando hoje, 22/01/2012, oito anos após ter escrito... e vejo que quase nada mudou...)&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/1636786020728000195-4471808484325439187?l=lucca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/feeds/4471808484325439187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-anos-se-passaram-e-nada-mudou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/4471808484325439187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/4471808484325439187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-anos-se-passaram-e-nada-mudou.html' title='8 anos se passaram e nada mudou!'/><author><name>Lucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895969199715000045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5BjJzCkMbk/TuKcvhWNaVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6H6qROFbuEE/s220/agua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oVBlO_Cs6w/TxyYbN15v2I/AAAAAAAAADU/pucECyypaaU/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636786020728000195.post-4604667275025354571</id><published>2011-12-16T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T07:36:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Insone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ea8kCWA-sY/Tutk8v8dM3I/AAAAAAAAADA/JRJEaSWYLuk/s1600/Noite+insone+-+Homem+triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ea8kCWA-sY/Tutk8v8dM3I/AAAAAAAAADA/JRJEaSWYLuk/s320/Noite+insone+-+Homem+triste.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Noite insone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apenas mais uma entre tantas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pavor do nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Medo do tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alma cansada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Corpo entediado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O que sinto é nostalgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apenas o sangue a correr nas veias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A alma sempre vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apesar de na cabeça idéias cheias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheias de desânimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cansaço de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cada dia é um dia a menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ou um dia mais perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nada volta atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas pra que voltar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não há como recuperar o passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Há como criar um novo futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas o ciclo se repete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Constamente a mesmice vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E o futuro sonhado diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Torna-se o passado de sempre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Solidão, mesmo entre a multidão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lembro-me da infância sem saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lembro-me da juventude sem saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lembro-me do pouco tempo de felicidade com saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas passou tão rápido... será que realmente existiu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ou terá sido mera expectativa de uma mente doentia que quer ser feliz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nada me resta que esperar dia a dia, resignadamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quem sabe uma bela manhã acordo e percebo que terei que ir ao meu primeiro dia à escola?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Conhecer as letras, a primeira professora, formar palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E finalmente descobrir que o fututo sombrio nada foi que apenas um pesadelo de uma criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;com medo de enfrentar o desconhecido de seu primeiro dia de aula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636786020728000195-4604667275025354571?l=lucca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/feeds/4604667275025354571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-insone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/4604667275025354571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/4604667275025354571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-insone.html' title='Noite Insone'/><author><name>Lucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895969199715000045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5BjJzCkMbk/TuKcvhWNaVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6H6qROFbuEE/s220/agua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ea8kCWA-sY/Tutk8v8dM3I/AAAAAAAAADA/JRJEaSWYLuk/s72-c/Noite+insone+-+Homem+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636786020728000195.post-5291814192185115464</id><published>2011-12-14T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:44:03.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnN6CrrJmnA/Tuh9yCmNgkI/AAAAAAAAACE/O1V9v3iPVCg/s1600/Peda%25C3%25A7os+de+Felicidade.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnN6CrrJmnA/Tuh9yCmNgkI/AAAAAAAAACE/O1V9v3iPVCg/s320/Peda%25C3%25A7os+de+Felicidade.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tento reunir aqueles pedaços de felicidade que um dia estiveram inteiros em meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tento não esquecer completamente a melodia que existia e insiste em se perder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só me resta tentar poder um dia agradecer por vir a deixar que eu a faça feliz,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou novamente,&amp;nbsp;ou que seja pela primeira vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não me esqueci que continuo sendo o mesmo daquele dia em que a vi pela primeira vez, e o mesmo daquele dia em que passamos a pertencer um ao outro para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso lhe dizer que te amo ainda mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas noites em que você estiver quase chorando, apenas vire-se e refaça seus passos para ter certeza de que não esquecerá aquele dia, assim ambos seremos felizes novamente, um nos braços do outro, e mesmo a morte não será capaz de nos separar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636786020728000195-5291814192185115464?l=lucca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/feeds/5291814192185115464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pedacos-de-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/5291814192185115464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/5291814192185115464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pedacos-de-felicidade.html' title='Pedaços de Felicidade'/><author><name>Lucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895969199715000045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5BjJzCkMbk/TuKcvhWNaVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6H6qROFbuEE/s220/agua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnN6CrrJmnA/Tuh9yCmNgkI/AAAAAAAAACE/O1V9v3iPVCg/s72-c/Peda%25C3%25A7os+de+Felicidade.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636786020728000195.post-5354498486430130473</id><published>2011-12-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:56:33.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iyk2gJCMR0/TuNKdsf8pBI/AAAAAAAAABA/1ecw7Fx7TRY/s1600/Andando+nos+trilhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iyk2gJCMR0/TuNKdsf8pBI/AAAAAAAAABA/1ecw7Fx7TRY/s320/Andando+nos+trilhos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas pessoas tem um blog e o utilizam para as mais diversas finalidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje resolvi criar este. Não pretendo tê-lo, como dizem por aí, bombando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pretendo tão somente colocar aqui pedaços da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedaços, fragmentos, sofrimentos, alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E para que? Para outros lerem? Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Claro que, sendo um blog, outros poderão ler, ver, comentar caso queiram, mas meu objetivo principal é colocar pra fora tudo que estou sentindo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pensando, desejando, sofrendo, festejando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Afinal, Pedaços de Vida tem bons e maus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta é a primeira postagem, e portanto, um tipo de abertura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Caso você passou por aqui, obrigado por sua visita, sinta-se à vontade para comentar, e volte sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636786020728000195-5354498486430130473?l=lucca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/feeds/5354498486430130473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pedacos-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/5354498486430130473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636786020728000195/posts/default/5354498486430130473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pedacos-de-vida.html' title='Pedaços de Vida'/><author><name>Lucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895969199715000045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5BjJzCkMbk/TuKcvhWNaVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6H6qROFbuEE/s220/agua.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Iyk2gJCMR0/TuNKdsf8pBI/AAAAAAAAABA/1ecw7Fx7TRY/s72-c/Andando+nos+trilhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
