<?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-1017766880715758373</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:39:22.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia vai chegar...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-3613364517480256857</id><published>2010-05-17T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:58:21.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S_HJ9Teyx6I/AAAAAAAAAug/HrJNo_wJuzw/s1600/OgAAAMT7OTuSnaLq0f9Ab9tmDLu8xUymMF7aRZ0mr8U7obHVc6hU3Z1Dh91LCrU5sNaWr2zUDLFNSkJsSyFSjQ35K1AAm1T1UAQrQrjwrUPrYjB3AiBTyHQrUvgz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S_HJ9Teyx6I/AAAAAAAAAug/HrJNo_wJuzw/s320/OgAAAMT7OTuSnaLq0f9Ab9tmDLu8xUymMF7aRZ0mr8U7obHVc6hU3Z1Dh91LCrU5sNaWr2zUDLFNSkJsSyFSjQ35K1AAm1T1UAQrQrjwrUPrYjB3AiBTyHQrUvgz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472377077270497186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exato.&lt;br /&gt;E então, pude relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome... Auto-estima.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra minhas verdades.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é...Autenticidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje chamo isso de... Amadurecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é... Respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável... Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que se chama... Amor-próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... Simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei muitas menos vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje descobri a... Humildade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a vida acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é... Plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é... Saber viver!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-3613364517480256857?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/3613364517480256857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=3613364517480256857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/3613364517480256857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/3613364517480256857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2010/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S_HJ9Teyx6I/AAAAAAAAAug/HrJNo_wJuzw/s72-c/OgAAAMT7OTuSnaLq0f9Ab9tmDLu8xUymMF7aRZ0mr8U7obHVc6hU3Z1Dh91LCrU5sNaWr2zUDLFNSkJsSyFSjQ35K1AAm1T1UAQrQrjwrUPrYjB3AiBTyHQrUvgz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-811045367427705297</id><published>2010-05-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:49:09.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar em que?</title><content type='html'>É. Amanhã to fazendo 20 anos. E o que levo de experiência nesse tempo? Será que tudo que eu vivi, vai sair como aprenizado?&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma vontade de aproveitar o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho planos, planos e planos.&lt;br /&gt;Abrir mão do que eu queria, pra fazer orgulhar a "Mamãe". E agora que irei me esforçar  para não dizer que fiz de mal vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de Tia  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lia&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que saudade!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Amanhã ela me daria um abraço daqueles.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JEYR19BNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/WLWLDTDdQLE/s1600/Yurih+%2833%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JEYR19BNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/WLWLDTDdQLE/s320/Yurih+%2833%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468008081478452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como eu tenho costume de pedi presente antecipado, eu pediria a Deus que ele me levasse. Sim, que eu saisse dessa vida para outra vida. É égoismo meu fazer um pedido desse. Então eu só peço força e que ele me conforme quando eu estiver com pensamentos além.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano fazem 11 anos que meu pai foi dessa pra melhor. Engraçado que tem coisas que parece que foi ontem. Tudo guardadinho em algum lugar na minha caxola. Bem escondidinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... As amizades?&lt;br /&gt;Run, umas saem, outras chegam, todas marcam de alguma forma.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, tenho amigos verdadeiros. ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preciso mudar algo no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me mudar de todas as formas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar parado no tempo me deixa muito pensativo.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em tudo de várias formas e jeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em tudo e ao mesmo tempo não penso em nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E eu fico aqui, pensado calado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-811045367427705297?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/811045367427705297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=811045367427705297' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/811045367427705297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/811045367427705297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensar-em-que.html' title='Pensar em que?'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JEYR19BNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/WLWLDTDdQLE/s72-c/Yurih+%2833%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-4298746330321737187</id><published>2010-01-11T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:04:22.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sofrer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-4298746330321737187?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/4298746330321737187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=4298746330321737187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4298746330321737187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4298746330321737187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-sofrer.html' title='O Sofrer.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-919587414998346468</id><published>2010-01-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:03:40.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor, a dúvida, a procura da saída.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S0jR0VEYudI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pVW-P0bMvW8/s1600-h/northpoleluanova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S0jR0VEYudI/AAAAAAAAAsU/pVW-P0bMvW8/s320/northpoleluanova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424816448106707410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não busco compreender o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas tento ser uma parte, eu sempre tive medo das palavras, elas sempre me assustaram.&lt;br /&gt;E foi com elas que assustei, choquei, amei, sofri, senti, vivi.&lt;br /&gt;O meu ser não é de falar.&lt;br /&gt;Intuito maior é escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Com elas estou em boa companhia&lt;br /&gt;Acerto dizer tudo que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Sei sair de um extremo ao outro penso em tudo, em todos e em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Quando menino temia aos céus e com palavras de oração pedia perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sei perdoar, não sei ser temente.&lt;br /&gt;É como se tudo que estava posto tivesse sido destruído...&lt;br /&gt;Para uma nova construção.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é imaterial, é estranho demais.&lt;br /&gt;Quem o tempo consegue parar?&lt;br /&gt;É dono de sua própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Somos como ser e estar, e nunca somos, nem estamos.&lt;br /&gt;E no delírio furtivo eu escrevo sobre o amor.&lt;br /&gt;E também sobre o desamor, o arrependimento,&lt;br /&gt;Pois é verdadeiro e normal arrepender-se, mesmo que isso só aconteça tempos depois.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nada vale.&lt;br /&gt;Para nós o que fica é o pouco que se faz, o quanto se viveu.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás da porta sempre há uma vassoura, para que nós sejamos colocados pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;Quem escreve é um angelical.&lt;br /&gt;Em que alto monte pousou a águia?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão as botas de Judas?&lt;br /&gt;Galinha, ovo, pinto?&lt;br /&gt;Longe, tão longe, muito depois do Japão.&lt;br /&gt;Praticamente uma volta completa.&lt;br /&gt;Quem muda profundamente, diz:&lt;br /&gt;“Dei uma mudada de 360 graus”.&lt;br /&gt;Era preferível que mudasse apenas 180°&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não voltavas pra onde estavas.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro em pé ou deitado?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz, a ordem dos fatores...&lt;br /&gt;Já se sabe o resto.&lt;br /&gt;Supõe-se que nada se cria...&lt;br /&gt;Minha avó já dizia:&lt;br /&gt;“Formiga quando quer ser perder cria asa”.&lt;br /&gt;Não será mais fácil perder-se andando?&lt;br /&gt;Tabelionicamente falado as pessoas não nascem&lt;br /&gt;São registradas.&lt;br /&gt;E quando morrem? Não morrem?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é semente.&lt;br /&gt;Ou é sim.&lt;br /&gt;“Papai plantou uma sementinha em Mamãe”&lt;br /&gt;Ué? Não é assim, não?&lt;br /&gt;Corda bamba é coisa de circo.&lt;br /&gt;O que existe além do céu, só sabe quem já foi.&lt;br /&gt;A lua é um grande queijo?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu for ao Sol o que acontece?&lt;br /&gt;Passarinho gosta de voar, de cantar, de viver nas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei que escrever fosse difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Que engano. Se junta ordenadamente algumas letras.&lt;br /&gt;E posteriormente, nem tão ordenadamente, as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;E surge algo que não estava posto.&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius já muito escreveu, e fumou, e bebeu, que morreu.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa foi vários... E quando ele morreu?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos cadáveres encontraram?&lt;br /&gt;Simples agrupamentos de letras e depois de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;É disso que se compõe a obra de todos, todos os escritores.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas letras a menos e tudo pronto.&lt;br /&gt;O seu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais existiria para a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Dela nada sobrará, além de suas obras.&lt;br /&gt;Sejam elas quais forem.&lt;br /&gt;Dos mais diversos tipos que sejam.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o pensamento permanece.&lt;br /&gt;O seu, o meu, o vosso, o nosso.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é inatingível.&lt;br /&gt;Até que a morte nos separe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-919587414998346468?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/919587414998346468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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pelos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Poderiam se passar milhões de anos,&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles olhos não perderiam o brilho.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava revê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Não será mais possível.&lt;br /&gt;Ela virou uma estrela.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, brilha.&lt;br /&gt;Enfeita o céu nas noites de festas.&lt;br /&gt;Como no tempo em que éramos meninos.&lt;br /&gt;Ao som das velhas marchinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Sob as luzes e a bandeiras coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;Naquela antiga cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Escondida no fim do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo ainda é como um dia fora&lt;br /&gt;...Medo de perder o passado.&lt;br /&gt;De esquecer o presente.&lt;br /&gt;E não viver o futuro.&lt;div class="listp"&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/1017766880715758373-278771387738868791?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-5652717030149970693</id><published>2009-09-27T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:30:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pura Cingapura</title><content type='html'>Um amor.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;... Um sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor. Por onde andas?&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber o motivo de tudo isso. Mas não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Carência é sinal de que mesmo? Não quero quebrar minha cabeça pensando nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Para falar a verdade quero pensar é nela. Mas quem é ela?&lt;br /&gt;Em breve mandarei uma carta para o meu cupido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-5652717030149970693?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/5652717030149970693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=5652717030149970693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5652717030149970693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5652717030149970693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/09/pura-cingapura.html' title='Pura Cingapura'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8491083503352888912</id><published>2009-09-13T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:23:42.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, sabia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sq2M0dLMkjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Z9wlEg5b-yU/s1600-h/OgAAAFlm4p6woH5-Av12cI8EstZ-MjEkg5CcGXZe4p22289i4QUAxiE2ggFe6bGwIX5ElGyO6XfVWgtm5-q4pQtL2Z4Am1T1UNJ3UZI0-lZqCOkKG2VesH5yR65d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sq2M0dLMkjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Z9wlEg5b-yU/s320/OgAAAFlm4p6woH5-Av12cI8EstZ-MjEkg5CcGXZe4p22289i4QUAxiE2ggFe6bGwIX5ElGyO6XfVWgtm5-q4pQtL2Z4Am1T1UNJ3UZI0-lZqCOkKG2VesH5yR65d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111962590286386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que fiz de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que fiz com minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamais saberei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As escolhas certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Errar muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que caminhos trilhei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde cheguei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se é que cheguei em algum lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apagada a memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esquecidos os fatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O hoje é o senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presente no tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu? O que será de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem raiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passado em branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que fiz de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como me apaguei assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde deixei minhas feições?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos os espelhos se partiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cacos é o que resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem eu fui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem ainda serei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serei alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não, não, não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem o saberá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu rastro se apaga atrás de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha sombra se desfaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu corpo pútrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insípido cheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carneficina contra mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu trêmulo espírito vaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu que nunca fui nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas uma mancha empalidecida pelo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espectro do nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assombração do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavaleiro sem pátria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vagabundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estúpido homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excremento social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grande vilão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que fiz de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não há resposta sensata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O eco se cala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a voz grita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-8491083503352888912?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8491083503352888912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8491083503352888912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8491083503352888912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8491083503352888912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/09/sim-sabia.html' title='Sim, sabia.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sq2M0dLMkjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Z9wlEg5b-yU/s72-c/OgAAAFlm4p6woH5-Av12cI8EstZ-MjEkg5CcGXZe4p22289i4QUAxiE2ggFe6bGwIX5ElGyO6XfVWgtm5-q4pQtL2Z4Am1T1UNJ3UZI0-lZqCOkKG2VesH5yR65d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-317838496050081937</id><published>2009-09-09T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:35:37.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuri &amp; Keka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sqg63uKz27I/AAAAAAAAAqE/qBtyllqEWQM/s1600-h/best+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sqg63uKz27I/AAAAAAAAAqE/qBtyllqEWQM/s320/best+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379614483854646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Saudade é não saber.&lt;br /&gt;Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais compridos,&lt;br /&gt;não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;não saber como frear as lágrimas diante de uma música,&lt;br /&gt;não saber como vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Te amo ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saudades, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meu amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1017766880715758373-317838496050081937?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/317838496050081937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=317838496050081937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/317838496050081937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/317838496050081937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/09/yuri-keka.html' title='Yuri &amp; Keka'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sqg63uKz27I/AAAAAAAAAqE/qBtyllqEWQM/s72-c/best+%2819%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8342863523081235132</id><published>2009-07-05T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:45:55.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa palvra presa na gargante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SlDYHqPSC0I/AAAAAAAAAps/fUSXRXmpF9w/s1600-h/PICT0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 405px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SlDYHqPSC0I/AAAAAAAAAps/fUSXRXmpF9w/s320/PICT0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355017583052589890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A saudade é tão comum.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, cada um que a sinta maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu tenho. E calo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abre a janela do mundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vem ver quantos sofrem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei. Silencio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando amei?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia foi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não amo. Mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores brotaram, no passado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morreram.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras nasceram.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Virou o tempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu pensei em parar de escrever me sentei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comecei a pensar nas palavras que escreveria.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O papel me espera, limpo. Branco.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma enxurrada de frases se armaram em minha mente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O relógio era implacável.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tremulo arrisquei os primeiros versos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minha caligrafia já não era tão firme como antes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mesmo assim continuei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras foram se organizando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desvirginando o papel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol invadindo a manhã.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os versos saiam fluídos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando me dei conta o relógio havia dado duas voltas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estava no mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Debruçado sobre laudas e laudas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saíram de mim várias páginas escritas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enfim descansei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aposentando a pena e minha mente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o sempre. &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/1017766880715758373-8342863523081235132?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8342863523081235132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8342863523081235132' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8342863523081235132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8342863523081235132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/07/essa-palvra-presa-na-gargante.html' title='Essa palvra presa na gargante'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SlDYHqPSC0I/AAAAAAAAAps/fUSXRXmpF9w/s72-c/PICT0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-5913777474106779585</id><published>2009-05-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:35:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me faz FALTA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sf-lz6938aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uMWCU_JdPd0/s1600-h/PICT0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sf-lz6938aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uMWCU_JdPd0/s320/PICT0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162795250643362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ai daquele que nunca quis fazer uma declaração, ou simplesmente desabafar tudo o que sente.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a minha vez.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que fiz tudo certo. Um peso que de repente caiu e não fiquei com nenhuma ronxa...&lt;br /&gt;...Olhando fotos, sempre tenho saudade de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero meu colegial de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Quero meus amigos da época da escola de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Quero meu Teatro de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanta coisa de lado, porém não posso fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje papel e caneta não quis me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ninguém na realidade quis me ouvir. Posso gritar? Será que assim chamarei atenção de alguém? Mas eu não quero chamar atenção. O que quero é meu passado. Será que posso ter isso agora?&lt;br /&gt;Revendo fotos, choro e gargalho. Como era BOMMMM meu Deus, pena que na época eu não quis acreditar que um dia aquilo iria acabar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Amigos: Coisa tão boa de ter, que eu amo tanto. Que me dedico tanto. Que penso tanto. E que na realidade não dou atenção a todos. As vezes penso que vocês amigos não lembra de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu penso em vocês tanto, tanto, tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro, eu choro, eu choro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-5913777474106779585?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/5913777474106779585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=5913777474106779585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5913777474106779585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5913777474106779585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-me-faz-falta.html' title='O que me faz FALTA!'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sf-lz6938aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uMWCU_JdPd0/s72-c/PICT0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-3283372144566454295</id><published>2009-04-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:16:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desopila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SdrTbPX-eyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Xy7dijk3prg/s1600-h/PICT0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SdrTbPX-eyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Xy7dijk3prg/s320/PICT0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321798374628686626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Não sei mas o que fazer. Isso mexe muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;E quando penso que tá tudo saindo certo, acontece algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;E o que fazer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pensamento rápido, porém, por em prática &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Eu olho para dentro de mim, e não me importo com o que as pessoas fazem ou dizem, eu me preocupo com as coisas certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Qual será a atitude certa?&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/1017766880715758373-3283372144566454295?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/3283372144566454295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=3283372144566454295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/3283372144566454295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/3283372144566454295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/04/desopila.html' title='Desopila'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SdrTbPX-eyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Xy7dijk3prg/s72-c/PICT0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-7240675827549805867</id><published>2009-03-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:58:03.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero, eu posso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Scg-C2wOD_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/yr_4OUgLulk/s1600-h/Imagem+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Scg-C2wOD_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/yr_4OUgLulk/s320/Imagem+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316567578889293810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só eu sei. Só eu sinto. So eu serei capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu quero o orgulho de todos. Sim, o orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O nome na realidade se chama DEDICACÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu quero errar, e aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixa eu tentar. É perigoso mas eu quero arriscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixa eu errar. Mas eu quero me entregar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas tem gente nem ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu busco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu tenho.&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/1017766880715758373-7240675827549805867?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/7240675827549805867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=7240675827549805867' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/7240675827549805867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/7240675827549805867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-quero-eu-posso.html' title='Eu quero, eu posso.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Scg-C2wOD_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/yr_4OUgLulk/s72-c/Imagem+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-5398110834675369994</id><published>2009-03-14T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:36:44.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Querubim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sbvoi3J3gZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/q6ejfgFPLnI/s1600-h/ATgAAADtIyeVF9t82kVK4vaZfvSoA5ig_8n__6DzpA6b84tlAv97KYxqoxA92jVVNzuJAg-x7hdYkhlEIP8-Vna8K1k6AJtU9VDDjzVPK7gzlU3azVC80rhV4MuDkA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sbvoi3J3gZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/q6ejfgFPLnI/s400/ATgAAADtIyeVF9t82kVK4vaZfvSoA5ig_8n__6DzpA6b84tlAv97KYxqoxA92jVVNzuJAg-x7hdYkhlEIP8-Vna8K1k6AJtU9VDDjzVPK7gzlU3azVC80rhV4MuDkA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313095871032164754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento vai te procurar&lt;br /&gt;É eu preciso te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Tô sozinho sem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Sem amigos pra desabafar&lt;br /&gt;Essa solidão vai me matar&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não dá mais pra fingir que eu não ligo&lt;br /&gt;Não faz assim&lt;br /&gt;Pois você é tudo o que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Troco seu perdão por um castigo&lt;br /&gt;Meu querubim&lt;br /&gt;Anjo bom me dá o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrir e o meu sorriso não existe&lt;br /&gt;Quero explodir, essa vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar, lágrimas de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhar, um amor de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrir e o meu sorriso não existe&lt;br /&gt;Quero explodir, essa vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar, lágrimas de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhar, um amor de verdade&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/1017766880715758373-5398110834675369994?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/5398110834675369994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=5398110834675369994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5398110834675369994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5398110834675369994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/03/meu-querubim.html' title='Meu Querubim'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sbvoi3J3gZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/q6ejfgFPLnI/s72-c/ATgAAADtIyeVF9t82kVK4vaZfvSoA5ig_8n__6DzpA6b84tlAv97KYxqoxA92jVVNzuJAg-x7hdYkhlEIP8-Vna8K1k6AJtU9VDDjzVPK7gzlU3azVC80rhV4MuDkA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-798528111809309894</id><published>2009-03-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:26:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria, Alegria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SbicsY8q3pI/AAAAAAAAAmI/d33SR5vrrGM/s1600-h/Vidaeditada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SbicsY8q3pI/AAAAAAAAAmI/d33SR5vrrGM/s400/Vidaeditada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312168046908595858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A parte boa do POST é que o dia foi perfeito. E a pior parte é que eu sou um idiota das grandes, por doiis motivos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1º Eu não levei a digital.&lt;br /&gt;2º ... Alguém quer chutar algo de errado?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, Cinema, Comida Chinesa e Praia admirar a LUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falta mas alguma coisa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pessoas presentes no SHOPPING: Renata, Thays e My Life. Depois do CINEMA encontramos Hortência , Hugo e Vitoria.&lt;br /&gt;Praia: Renata, Thays, My Life, Hortência, Hugo, Vitoria, Tâmara, Ney e o Mago.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sono... Bastante sono...&lt;br /&gt;&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/1017766880715758373-798528111809309894?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/798528111809309894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=798528111809309894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/798528111809309894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/798528111809309894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/03/alegria-alegria.html' title='Alegria, Alegria...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SbicsY8q3pI/AAAAAAAAAmI/d33SR5vrrGM/s72-c/Vidaeditada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-5226997161215773376</id><published>2009-03-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:30:24.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Encontro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sbc-Um9ibPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tXVNGXMu49Q/s1600-h/PICT0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sbc-Um9ibPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tXVNGXMu49Q/s320/PICT0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782809283751154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu quero é saber se o dia vai ser de FELICIDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você procura um monte de coisa para chamar a atenção de alguém? Esse é o meu caso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como chamar a atenção dela, caramba.&lt;br /&gt;E agora, o que fazer??&lt;br /&gt;Usar roupa nova? Comprar um sapato? Falar um monte de besteira?&lt;br /&gt;A naturalidade na maioria das vezes cai bem, né?&lt;br /&gt;ushsuahausahs...&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai gostar do meu beijo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que sei beijar?&lt;br /&gt;Aiii meu Deus, preciso ter aulas de etiqueta. kkkkkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;Nessas horas eu esqueço de TUDO, absolutamente TUDO.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que falta é no dia do nosso "encontro" que só eu sei que é um encontro pois ela não sabe, é eu ficar doente. kkkkkkkkkk Se isso acontecer eu quero ser irmão da FADA BELA.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei nem o que falar.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu ficar calado irei me sentir um TABACUDO, se eu falar alguma coisa irei pensar que estou falando só MERDA.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso assisti todos os Jornais e saber as noticias mas quentes do Brasil e do Mundo para conversarmos na santa paz de Deus. Quero saber como anda a Bolsa de Valores. Será que vai ser um bom assunto?&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu também posso falar merda e ela pode ficar apaixonada com as minhas besteiras.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nããõoo sei o que falar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-5226997161215773376?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/5226997161215773376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=5226997161215773376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5226997161215773376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5226997161215773376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/03/primeiro-encontro.html' title='Primeiro Encontro.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sbc-Um9ibPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tXVNGXMu49Q/s72-c/PICT0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8553466914426018232</id><published>2009-03-04T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:32:44.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra... ¹ ² ³</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se ao menos eu a tivesse nas minhas mãos seria tudo mas colorido.&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo sem você é P&amp;amp;B.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas a coragem bate nos pés para dizer apenas duas palavrinhas: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FICA COMIGO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você..."&lt;br /&gt;É isso que eu queria te dizer todas as manhas com aquele lindo café na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Parece novela...&lt;br /&gt;Mas cadê a nossa realidade? Cadê o nosso amor? Cadê o nosso futuro...?&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade eu não sei mesmo do que estou falando.&lt;br /&gt;Séria tudo mas fácil se eu, EU, fosse mas firme no que eu quero e tento buscar.&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequeno eu sempre tive o mesmo pensamento, só que a cada segundo/minuto acre&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sa9V0VWh9RI/AAAAAAAAAlw/MStrAsyhv84/s1600-h/Yurih+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sa9V0VWh9RI/AAAAAAAAAlw/MStrAsyhv84/s320/Yurih+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309556843266307346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;scento a mas bela das palavras até chegar com lindas Rosas e um Poema maravilhoso, que eu possa te mostrar o amo mas lindo que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas cadê você?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-8553466914426018232?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8553466914426018232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8553466914426018232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8553466914426018232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8553466914426018232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/03/terra.html' title='Terra... ¹ ² ³'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sa9V0VWh9RI/AAAAAAAAAlw/MStrAsyhv84/s72-c/Yurih+%287%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-3432567548207422765</id><published>2009-03-03T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:38:55.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É a palavra certa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sa4FzeiDmRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/d-UiFumhTvc/s1600-h/PICT0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sa4FzeiDmRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/d-UiFumhTvc/s320/PICT0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187392643766546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quis ser forte. Mais duro que o maior dos rochedos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruí, como castelos de areia derrubados pelo mar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E hoje desmancho-me de sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu tenho saudade dos tempos felizes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se é que foram alegres.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou sim, fadado a sofrer por amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como o maior de todos os poetas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonhando com meus últimos suspiros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando enfim descansarei de todas as agruras vividas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E sairei deste mundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para ir a outros universos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus abraços foram vagos, vazios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os beijos que dei, sem gosto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frieza foi o que me acompanhou nos últimos momentos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E eu sofro muito mais por isso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por não poder dizer: Eu te amo. &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/1017766880715758373-3432567548207422765?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/3432567548207422765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=3432567548207422765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/3432567548207422765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/3432567548207422765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-palavra-certa.html' title='É a palavra certa?'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sa4FzeiDmRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/d-UiFumhTvc/s72-c/PICT0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8368510757430783986</id><published>2009-02-26T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:38:15.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto de Mentiras. Autor: Hortência Mello</title><content type='html'>Pra mim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARNAVAL&lt;/span&gt; é para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREVAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na realidade &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRITAMOS&lt;/span&gt;. Sim FRITAMOS feito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;atata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rita.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... Ahhh como foi divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A polémica que não pode faltar é. Quem deve ficar com HUGO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Isso foi a parte divertida do nosso Carnaval Renata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O que será que rolou nas noites ao nosso redor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Prefiro nem saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu carnava&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;l fui para Moreno.&lt;br /&gt;Lá rolou um monte de coisas. Na semana que vem informo para todos em qual Livraria será lançado o livro Conto de Mentiras Vol. I, autora: Hortência Mello. O livro na realidade relata a vida de uma menina conturbada  que menti para os "MELHORES AMIGOS", simplesmente por causa de um Homem que na realidade nã sabemos qual é a personalidade dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piscina, Churrasco, Mentiras, Descobertas, Dúvidas, Raiva, Arrependimento, Fofoca"não da parte do meu trio ternurinha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pq teve noites que eu nao consegui durmi em? Será que eu estava precesiando algo de madrugada? Seria o tal CHAMADO "Filme pornô ao vivo?" kkkkkkkkkkkkk... Isso eu realmente não se rolou. Ou rolou??? kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk... deixa quieto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; O que será que se passa na cabeça da autora para o II volume? Tem que ter muita criatividade pois haja mentiras. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;E as fotos que irei postar hoje? Iiii.. para falar a verdade eu não queria colocar fotos de Hortência, mas eu achei uma foto minha com ela tão bonitinha, que irei colocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SadsL_j9nhI/AAAAAAAAAko/taktt1_mdq8/s1600-h/PICT0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SadsL_j9nhI/AAAAAAAAAko/taktt1_mdq8/s320/PICT0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307329639176052242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a autora do livro: Conto de Mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sads48vtJXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AfRGRpv437Y/s1600-h/PICT0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sads48vtJXI/AAAAAAAAAkw/AfRGRpv437Y/s320/PICT0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307330411514111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Foto quando estavamos de partida. Uma linda amizade, mas no livro ja estava escrito o que iria acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sadt4jRqEdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kg1MlRybGcc/s1600-h/PICT0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/Sadt4jRqEdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kg1MlRybGcc/s320/PICT0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307331504188821970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A linda familia!&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pois é.. foi um lindo carnaval, compramos camarote.&lt;br /&gt;Que pena que o nosso carnaval não acabou ainda! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta eu falar mas alguma coisa?!&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/1017766880715758373-8368510757430783986?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8368510757430783986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8368510757430783986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8368510757430783986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8368510757430783986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/02/conto-de-mentiras-autor-hortencia-mello.html' title='Conto de Mentiras. Autor: Hortência Mello'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SadsL_j9nhI/AAAAAAAAAko/taktt1_mdq8/s72-c/PICT0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-1910054243365809232</id><published>2009-02-11T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:20:37.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas inúteis que podem acontecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SZOifvsUWBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/kRh4FOCJtno/s1600-h/PICT0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SZOifvsUWBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/kRh4FOCJtno/s320/PICT0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301759852607199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Sabe porque eu gosto disso tudo?? Por que eu sempre descubro a verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você vai ler esse POST, e eu vou rir da sua cara de BABACA.&lt;br /&gt;Eu até que não queria saber, mas como a sua vida é tão interessante eu continuei viajando nessa sua palhaçada. Palhaçada?? É só uma forma carinhosa de dizer que amo isso que você faz. uhauah..&lt;br /&gt;Creio eu que um dia irei conversar com você sobre tal coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Só não garanto que você será você mesma. Entendeu???&lt;br /&gt;AHhh que pena."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Desculpe mas essa é a única forma que tenho para dizer. É... você sempre pensa que eu não sei de nada! Engano seu queridinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;adianta mentir?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fingir que não se quer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;querer escondido?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ter medo de se entregar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;se entregar e sofrer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dizer que não, quando o corpo diz sim?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ocultar os sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;se fazer inerte?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;não chegar, não ligar, não correr?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;não adianta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1017766880715758373-1910054243365809232?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/1910054243365809232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=1910054243365809232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1910054243365809232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1910054243365809232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-coisas-inuteis-que-podem-acontecer.html' title='As coisas inúteis que podem acontecer...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SZOifvsUWBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/kRh4FOCJtno/s72-c/PICT0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-4203857726341602071</id><published>2009-01-28T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:45:04.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai ter que esperar mas um pouco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SYFQQY9K4dI/AAAAAAAAAig/A1MBGAcDdMs/s1600-h/Uai+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296602879271559634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SYFQQY9K4dI/AAAAAAAAAig/A1MBGAcDdMs/s320/Uai+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ausente bastante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria passar um tempo, e guardar meus planos, sonhos e conquistas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei mas em que pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu quero é aquilo, e pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas nem o chapolim poderá me defender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na realidade e que aos pouco eu chego lá, pois tudo depende de mim mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se juntar de R$1,00 e R$1,00 real eu compro ate uma cobertura. Só basta eu querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A definição disso tudo eu nunca vou achar. Ou vou achar?? Ahhh sei lá, deixa fluir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem observa de longe pensa que eu falo do amor,nê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas na realidade eu falo de conquistas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que um dia terei todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iiii esse papo ta ficando uó!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uahuaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu acho que nessa foto eu fiquei com cara de safado. Concorda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IIii a boca ajudou bastante! uahauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/1017766880715758373-4203857726341602071?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/4203857726341602071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=4203857726341602071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4203857726341602071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4203857726341602071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2009/01/vai-ter-que-esperar-mas-um-pouco.html' title='Vai ter que esperar mas um pouco...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SYFQQY9K4dI/AAAAAAAAAig/A1MBGAcDdMs/s72-c/Uai+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-1572384253988734801</id><published>2008-12-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:38:41.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Chamado ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SU0DVzd7v5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/PzYw_Hf5n7s/s1600-h/Fotossss+2x+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SU0DVzd7v5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/PzYw_Hf5n7s/s400/Fotossss+2x+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281881611103354770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acreditei quando ela me falou que tinha ficado com uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito indignado.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela pessoa que tira meu sono, que não sai da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu adoro a presença. Só nós dois, mas ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Pow... eu já disse a ela que fiquei com outra menina e ela não cobrou ciumes. Porque?&lt;br /&gt;Isso ta passando dos limites. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uahuahauahuah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será isso??&lt;br /&gt;Amor?? Sim. Amor, mas um amor tão diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de cuidado, de querer ta sempre perto. De ser só meu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim, sou &lt;/span&gt;egoísta&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que engraçado, é tão bom sentir isso. Tão gostoso. Tão tenso. E tão rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso tanto desse momento, daquele momento, do nosso momento. É...&lt;br /&gt;Será que você entende?? Entende não. Sabe, porque? Você pensa que eu estou apaixonado, né? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¨RISOS¨&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão se engane.&lt;br /&gt;É apenas algo que no momento não tem definição. É simples.&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o chamado: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIÚME.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-1572384253988734801?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/1572384253988734801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=1572384253988734801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1572384253988734801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1572384253988734801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-chamado.html' title='O Chamado ...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SU0DVzd7v5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/PzYw_Hf5n7s/s72-c/Fotossss+2x+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-7451337719419960932</id><published>2008-12-18T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:15:52.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio comprar PÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUqu6egSuQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/efNX0Rf46Go/s1600-h/Montagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUqu6egSuQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/efNX0Rf46Go/s400/Montagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281225832689481986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que devo fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Sei com quem devo estar.&lt;br /&gt;O que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Como andar, aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que ainda não aprendi:&lt;br /&gt;A quem amar...&lt;br /&gt;Derramo minhas horas de dedicação.&lt;br /&gt;Com pessoas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;E isso é ruim.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe quando meu amor se esgotar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu saiba esperar e saber ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;Sem tanta responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Despudoradamente livre.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto para amores vãos.&lt;br /&gt;Saber ter paciência de aguardar.&lt;br /&gt;O que me está guardado.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é tão mau.&lt;br /&gt;Nós é quem o fazemos assim.&lt;br /&gt;Triste de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Que me perco em caminhos tortuosos.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa estrada que ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;Vai dar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Passem bem vocês. Que amam. E são amados&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficando por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Tentando aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ser paciente.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo compulsivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Relembrando situações.&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo no meu universo irreal.&lt;br /&gt;Fechado em mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Longe do contato com o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Paralelamente respirando. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-7451337719419960932?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/7451337719419960932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=7451337719419960932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/7451337719419960932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/7451337719419960932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/odeio-comprar-po.html' title='Odeio comprar PÃO'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUqu6egSuQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/efNX0Rf46Go/s72-c/Montagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-4303822415146698446</id><published>2008-12-17T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:46:41.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUlkyeNaXbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kVLGKkAT_V0/s1600-h/Yurih+%28205%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUlkyeNaXbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kVLGKkAT_V0/s400/Yurih+%28205%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280862856334171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Você que nasceu antes de mim.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu que sou como uma cópia tua.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como duas coisas tão iguais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo diferentes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erramos diferente por sermos parecidos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;E tão compridos e complexos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão unidos pela alma.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Separados pelo espaço.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Te entendo como ninguém.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;O mesmo acontece contigo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes tudo de mim.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E querendo consertar-nos,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;remendando nossas vidas,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;vamos por aí, quebrando partes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;que ainda estão inteiras.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Colando outras. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem nunca aprendermos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocando um pouco de mim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;com um pouco de você.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E virce-versa. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Para, assim, quem sabe sermos mais simples.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Mais felizes com o que temos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Aproveitando todas as ocasiões.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Os mais simples momentos da vida.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as gotas da chuva que nos pega.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo não nos faça esquecermos-nos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mutuamente sigamos nos amando.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, hoje e sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-4303822415146698446?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/4303822415146698446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=4303822415146698446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4303822415146698446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4303822415146698446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/voc.html' title='Você.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUlkyeNaXbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kVLGKkAT_V0/s72-c/Yurih+%28205%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-6387420384567295671</id><published>2008-12-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:09:15.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero comprar o Pão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name="12977"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Sempre tive ânsia por contar historias. Sejam elas minhas, de amigos, fictícias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUfPrLIV3wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9KgIS6O9n7w/s1600-h/Yuri+%28159%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUfPrLIV3wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9KgIS6O9n7w/s400/Yuri+%28159%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417428744298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ela fazia tudo só não parava de me olhar, e quando vem, faz uma merda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi com muita cede ao pote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porra. Estou marcado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Esse clima Natalino é tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Já fiz minha cartinha para o Papai Noel.&lt;br /&gt;Pedi o de sempre: Paz para todos, e realizações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;...Estou ciente que esse romance não vai para frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu já sei o que quero da VIDA. Só não vou te dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1017766880715758373-6387420384567295671?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/6387420384567295671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=6387420384567295671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6387420384567295671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6387420384567295671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-quero-comprar-o-po.html' title='Não quero comprar o Pão.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUfPrLIV3wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/9KgIS6O9n7w/s72-c/Yuri+%28159%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-72070268582534777</id><published>2008-12-15T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:29:58.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê meu BISCOITO?</title><content type='html'>"Amor...&lt;br /&gt;É um demônio, um inferno, sofrimento, remorso.&lt;br /&gt;É a suprema felicidade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Um oceano numa lágrima...&lt;br /&gt;Um milênio num instante...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, um desperdício de alma num deserto de vergonha!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, afinal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o que é o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AMOR&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Na realidade amor é: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POESIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nem se eu fosse filho único. Odeio cocaína isso sim, é uma coisa que tenho certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava vivendo um mundo de sonhos e felicidade, não tenho duvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUav46TrmQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9-mRwMhXkuw/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUav46TrmQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9-mRwMhXkuw/s400/Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101005397825794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A Arte de Amar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se queres sentir a felicidade de amar, esquece a tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;A alma é que estraga o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Só em Deus ela pode encontrar satisfação.&lt;br /&gt;Não noutra alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só em Deus - ou fora do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;As almas são incomunicáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o teu corpo entender-se com outro corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os corpos se entendem, mas as almas não.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Manuel Bandeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1017766880715758373-72070268582534777?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/72070268582534777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=72070268582534777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/72070268582534777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/72070268582534777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/cad-meu-biscoito.html' title='Cadê meu BISCOITO?'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUav46TrmQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9-mRwMhXkuw/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-2727923139426307400</id><published>2008-12-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:15:49.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso foi o FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Essa foi a pior cena face da TERRA.&lt;br /&gt;Queria apenas um buraco. Sim, um buraco. Para colocar a minha cara de tacho.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porra. Eu peguei nojo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria ver aquela cena ridícula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Queria uma arma. Mas eu não sei quem ia morrer. EU ou a pessoa que estava com ela!&lt;br /&gt;Bem que me disseram, mas eu não quis acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que ela estava fazendo ali naquele simples pagode? Estou me perguntando até agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A única  coisa que ela vai levar para o resto da vida que eu vou dar é o desprezo.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUVo4HxAF2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/G2554zbRGmc/s1600-h/Buni+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUVo4HxAF2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/G2554zbRGmc/s400/Buni+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279741451528312674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábadoooo fui para o pagode....&lt;br /&gt;Foi massa...&lt;br /&gt;Muita onda..&lt;br /&gt;Devia mesmo ter ido para onde Thaysa &amp;amp; Cia me chamou. uahauha&lt;br /&gt;Só assim não teria visto uma cena ridícula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Por enquanto domingãããooo em casa!&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer a noite?? UAiiii nem sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo não para;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1017766880715758373-2727923139426307400?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/2727923139426307400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=2727923139426307400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/2727923139426307400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/2727923139426307400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/isso-foi-o-fim.html' title='Isso foi o FIM'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUVo4HxAF2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/G2554zbRGmc/s72-c/Buni+%2828%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-5334158134449332979</id><published>2008-12-12T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:55:56.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ontem foi a formatura do pessoal que estudei no 2° ano.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão triste por um lado.. Queria chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;É um momento único PORRA.&lt;br /&gt;Fora isso dancei bastante!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muito, muito, muitoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrYtgpHZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nvxtUN71bLU/s1600-h/PICT0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrYtgpHZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nvxtUN71bLU/s400/PICT0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279040522997538194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa e Gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrYYVg2BI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qMKzVYKM_44/s1600-h/PICT0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrYYVg2BI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qMKzVYKM_44/s400/PICT0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279040517313714194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tefa e Rayza    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dili &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrX_IjX6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/SqaMq6SOaVg/s1600-h/PICT0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrX_IjX6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/SqaMq6SOaVg/s400/PICT0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279040510548467618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-5334158134449332979?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/5334158134449332979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=5334158134449332979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5334158134449332979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/5334158134449332979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/formatura.html' title='Formatura'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SULrYtgpHZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nvxtUN71bLU/s72-c/PICT0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-6744409860667599367</id><published>2008-12-11T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:44:25.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas inúteis que podem acontecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUGJal83BrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/G0VuMwynKcs/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUGJal83BrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/G0VuMwynKcs/s400/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278651328211912370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu penso, penso em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu penso... eu penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E não paro de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penso tanto em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que as vezes penso que estou doido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E isso as vezes sangra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sangra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sangra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sangra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sangra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não quero sofrer, quero a morte se não te ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-6744409860667599367?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/6744409860667599367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=6744409860667599367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6744409860667599367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6744409860667599367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-coisas-inteis-que-podem-acontecer.html' title='As coisas inúteis que podem acontecer...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUGJal83BrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/G0VuMwynKcs/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-2465919329488214966</id><published>2008-12-10T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:28:28.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma simples Postagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUA0bFapd0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/apgkPDWb04Y/s1600-h/PICT0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUA0bFapd0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/apgkPDWb04Y/s400/PICT0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278276403193280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aê...  Oie gente... eu aqui.....&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã formatura do col&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;egio ond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;estudava.. Ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;encontrar a gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;era.. Vai s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;er massa!&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-2465919329488214966?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/2465919329488214966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=2465919329488214966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/2465919329488214966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/2465919329488214966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-simples-postagem.html' title='Uma simples Postagem...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SUA0bFapd0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/apgkPDWb04Y/s72-c/PICT0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-6797090802376689225</id><published>2008-12-08T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:18:04.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa das Violeiras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/ST3VTIV7FeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_bnyXzVjHEM/s1600-h/PICT0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608862981756386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/ST3VTIV7FeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_bnyXzVjHEM/s400/PICT0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/ST3U5jtuUaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/54Bw5dQsbj4/s1600-h/PICT0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu vi quantas pessoas beijando hoje???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa senhoraaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Enfim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E a feestaaaaaa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;POLEMICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total... pegaram até o DJ! Eu vi um beijo Horrivelll... Vimos ne Thaisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gente beijando 3 BOCAS ou seja tres pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apareeceu ate primos na festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sei nããooo em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Agora simm... A festa bombouuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E quando será a proxima??? Chega bate um medooo... Mas medo de que??? Ahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vai para a proxima festa que vc vai ver o que te espera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NE GENTE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1017766880715758373-6797090802376689225?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/6797090802376689225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=6797090802376689225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6797090802376689225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6797090802376689225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/festa-das-violeiras.html' title='Festa das Violeiras!'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/ST3VTIV7FeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_bnyXzVjHEM/s72-c/PICT0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8543577437991401183</id><published>2008-12-07T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:10:48.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada a declarar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STxJ0YLP8qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/t5j4w6RxSUU/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STxJ0YLP8qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/t5j4w6RxSUU/s200/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277174027563037346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hoje a chapa vai esquentar, mas não é confusão, é churrasco do bom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;uahuahauah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo em casa... "que merda".&lt;br /&gt;Mas amanhã tem a festa das violeiras... Eu vouuuuuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;Minha despedida vai começar de amanhã. Nossa como foi profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje ia para Gravatá cheguei na rodoviária voltei para casa. Mas porque? Porque o dinheiro que eu tinha não dava para comprar a passagem... Que engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Contando os dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gente... Natal tá chegandoooo...&lt;br /&gt;Óóóóótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nada a declarar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Partindoooooo....&lt;/span&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/1017766880715758373-8543577437991401183?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8543577437991401183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8543577437991401183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8543577437991401183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8543577437991401183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/nada-declarar.html' title='Nada a declarar...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STxJ0YLP8qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/t5j4w6RxSUU/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-7101677173785120747</id><published>2008-12-06T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:56:05.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi bom.</title><content type='html'>"Hoje pensei em você!..&lt;br /&gt;Pensei tanto.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STstIpdphVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QImd_rvguwI/s1600-h/Buni+%28126%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 402px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STstIpdphVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QImd_rvguwI/s200/Buni+%28126%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276861014987081042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando irei te ter?&lt;br /&gt;São tantos pensamentos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hojee nada de interessante...&lt;br /&gt;Pagode e só.&lt;br /&gt;Mas domingo será bom demais!&lt;br /&gt;Muitooo bom....&lt;br /&gt;fotos em breve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô indooo...&lt;br /&gt;Salve, salve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-7101677173785120747?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/7101677173785120747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=7101677173785120747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/7101677173785120747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/7101677173785120747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/foi-bom.html' title='Foi bom.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STstIpdphVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QImd_rvguwI/s72-c/Buni+%28126%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-6153862910145348946</id><published>2008-12-05T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:58:39.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic - Tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STnpzG8K-KI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1vCdqjVCStI/s1600-h/Buni+%28114%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STnpzG8K-KI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1vCdqjVCStI/s200/Buni+%28114%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276505502686836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não para...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito cada minuto...&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo...&lt;br /&gt;Cada movimento...&lt;br /&gt;e a sua espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queridos leitores.&lt;br /&gt;Os depoimentos anteriores são coisas piegas sem imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém entende o que quero dizer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sexta-feira em casa... vegetando... Oooo coisa boa!&lt;/span&gt;&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/1017766880715758373-6153862910145348946?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/6153862910145348946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=6153862910145348946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6153862910145348946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6153862910145348946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/tic-tac.html' title='Tic - Tac'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STnpzG8K-KI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1vCdqjVCStI/s72-c/Buni+%28114%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-1334337650106391027</id><published>2008-12-04T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:22:36.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" ...O futuro não se vê. Que será, será."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STgrlaqKu4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/_C1sl7tLyms/s1600-h/yuri1+%28155%29+kkkkkkk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STgrlaqKu4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/_C1sl7tLyms/s320/yuri1+%28155%29+kkkkkkk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276014885275876226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Uma estrada que não existia fim. Um amor sem limites. O melhor banho se chuva foi o que tomei naquela sexta-feira 13.  Foi tão gostoso... O tempo volta ao normal, cheguei em casa encharcado. Acho que vou gripar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu até agora tento descobrir quem esta mandando mensagem de texto para o meu celular.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu souber quem é, irei dizer que não acredito no amor.&lt;br /&gt;Só amor de Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que moro no planeta chamado MARTE.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que tenho é meu cachorro de pélucia.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que colocar minha cabeça no lugar. A apresentação da minha monografia ta chegando e eu não tenho nada pronto. Que decepção. A única coisa que sei é que amizade existi. Nunca fui de acreditar em amores, paixões.... mas amizade?? Sempre coloquei a mão no fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o amor de mãe não me indicaria a trilha certa. Na insónia desses pensamentos, a máxima convicção que a verdadeira vocação é essa.&lt;br /&gt;Meu celular não para de tocar e as mensagens não para de chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando seriamente em investir no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STgsA-1FVGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k7s9LVvwgQY/s1600-h/sdsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STgsA-1FVGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k7s9LVvwgQY/s200/sdsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276015358841803874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa é a minha maneira de amar.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1017766880715758373-1334337650106391027?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/1334337650106391027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=1334337650106391027' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1334337650106391027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1334337650106391027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-futuro-no-se-v-que-ser-ser.html' title='&quot; ...O futuro não se vê. Que será, será.&quot;'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STgrlaqKu4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/_C1sl7tLyms/s72-c/yuri1+%28155%29+kkkkkkk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8213279253085839220</id><published>2008-12-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:31:14.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se amar é sofrer eu vou morrer de dor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STcWpJh8QpI/AAAAAAAAAco/JU80xRdaQKM/s1600-h/amo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275710384676553362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STcWpJh8QpI/AAAAAAAAAco/JU80xRdaQKM/s320/amo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estava ali disposto a tudo e a todos. Eu só queria um simples olhar. Um simples beijo. Um beijo singelo. É com ela que eu queria ta. A realidade é muito diferente dos ideais filosóficos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse foi o prazo final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rua estava calma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela me olhou e sorriu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E meu coração acelerou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus olhos brilhavam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parecia que eu estava enlouquecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respirei fundo. O mundo parou. Mas o relógio marcava quinze para as quatro... Tentava ganhar tempo apara admirar mas um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegou a hora de tomar meus remédios. Tomei todos pensando no amor, pensando nela, pensando em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu aceito tudo. Eu mudo minha vida. Eu faço uma nova vida para nós dois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa é a dor maior. Eu devia ter 30 anos quando tudo aquilo aconteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em outra hora, as coisas seriam diferentes eu assumiria o controle da situação, e concentrando em satisfazê-la. Eu queria saber de tudo, cada traço, a cor dos seus olhos, a cor do cabelo... TUDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu não sabia como ela era. Só em pensamentos. Simplesmente me apeguei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje a minha imaginação ta um pouco conturbada. Então... Quem sou eu? Uma pessoa sonhadora a procura dessa pessoa tão desejada e amada. E a vida? Não seria a mesma sem esses pensamentos limpos e sinceros. Mas eu fico aqui a sua espera. Só não demora. Estou tentando me distrair mas não consigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nossa cama já esta cheia de pétalas de de rosas brancas e vermelhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o tempo continua a passar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-8213279253085839220?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8213279253085839220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8213279253085839220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8213279253085839220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8213279253085839220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-amar-sofrer-eu-vou-morrer-de-dor.html' title='Se amar é sofrer eu vou morrer de dor.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STcWpJh8QpI/AAAAAAAAAco/JU80xRdaQKM/s72-c/amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-1103907436272036806</id><published>2008-12-02T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:21:17.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para que pensar no amor, se eu tenho que pensar em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiii...&lt;br /&gt;Dia pós dia.&lt;br /&gt;E o vento passa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STXe3pBC9yI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YGuj8GS9oYw/s1600-h/montagem01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 406px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STXe3pBC9yI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YGuj8GS9oYw/s320/montagem01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275367586018817826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o dia passa.&lt;br /&gt;Olho cada minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado distraído,  impaciente e ind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;eciso.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estou confuso.&lt;br /&gt;Só que agora é diferente:  Estou tão tranqüilo.&lt;br /&gt;E tão contente. Quantas chances desperdicei.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o que eu mais queria era provar pra todo o mundo que eu não precisava provar nada pra ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Me fiz em mil pedaços pra você juntar.&lt;br /&gt;E queria sempre achar explicação pro que eu sentia.&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo caído fiz questão de esquecer que mentir pra si mesmo é sempre a pior mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou mais tão criança a ponto de saber tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Já não me preocupo.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei porque.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o que eu vejo quase ninguém vê, e eu sei que você sabe.&lt;br /&gt;O infinito é realmente um dos deuses mais lindos.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que às vezes uso palavras repetidas mas quais são as palavras que nunca são ditas???&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram que você estava triste e foi então que percebi como lhe quero tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Quase ninguém vê e  eu sei que você sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/1017766880715758373-1103907436272036806?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/1103907436272036806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=1103907436272036806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1103907436272036806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1103907436272036806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-que-pensar-no-amor-se-eu-tenho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STXe3pBC9yI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YGuj8GS9oYw/s72-c/montagem01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-8905361739949169212</id><published>2008-12-01T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:51:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Vida Toda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STR0fILqllI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VG0pD7FTmLU/s1600-h/PICT0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STR0fILqllI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VG0pD7FTmLU/s320/PICT0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274969141678872146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje o dia foi bom. Bom?? kkkk..&lt;br /&gt;Óóóótimo...&lt;br /&gt;Foram tantas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tive a resposta, de uma coisa que eu já sabia a resposta. Entenderam?  uahuaha eu entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sabe do que se trata?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem... Vamos lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei as 08:00. Pensei em ir no colégio que estudei visitar alguns amigo, mas como o colégio é COLÉGIO INTERNO, uahua... brincadeirinha. Não fui visitar a galera pois antes eu liguei para uma amiga e o pessoal já tinha largado. Que merda. Mas amanhã estou indo visitar o pessoal e colocarei fotos da minha turma. Êêêêba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde fui para a casa de Rará, comemos brigadeiro e feijoada. Kkkkkk combinação óótima.  Polemizamos: Eu, Rará e Thays Melline. Conversamos falamos merda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;E a foto???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Meu amor. Sim. Meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixarei de fazer declarações de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amo ♥.&lt;br /&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/1017766880715758373-8905361739949169212?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/8905361739949169212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=8905361739949169212' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8905361739949169212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/8905361739949169212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-vida-toda.html' title='Para Vida Toda.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STR0fILqllI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VG0pD7FTmLU/s72-c/PICT0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-4178124727578923516</id><published>2008-11-30T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:54:14.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê o milagre?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-4178124727578923516?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/4178124727578923516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=4178124727578923516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4178124727578923516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/4178124727578923516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/11/cad-o-milagre.html' title='Cadê o milagre?'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-492754859974148058</id><published>2008-11-29T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:40:45.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia começou cedo demais...</title><content type='html'>Ai ai.. O meu dia começou muito cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Por que será? Ahhh lóóógicooo Renata Lira me segurando na casa dela até altas horas da madrugada. Foi tão bom, né? kkkkkkkk..&lt;br /&gt;Falei tudo, pensei até que ia rolar climinha e cair no choro. Mas que nada.. chegamos a uma conclusão que tudo que acontece na vida tem troco. Mas qual será os assunto que estavamos conversando? Ahhh.. é melhor nem comentar. Vamos chegar a um debate muito grande e milhões de conclusões. :]&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em casa quase duas da madrugada, ou seja, o sábado começou muito cedo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu chego em casa quem me liga? A propria "Renata Lira" para continuar com a nossa conversa muito adulta. Dispensei e fui durmir. uahuahau Amo vc KEKETA "afinidade que temos, troca de carinhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui durmir... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZZZzzzzzzzZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STHuxX-YsxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kJdJ408gb6A/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STHuxX-YsxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kJdJ408gb6A/s320/PICT0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274259170644243218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As 09:30 da manhã quem me liga?? Lógicooo "Renata" mas dessa vez Renata Pessoa... uhauahauha Minha cunhada... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Ela me chamou para irmos a praiaaaaaaaaaaaaa... e eu como sempre TOPEI.&lt;br /&gt;Foi eu, ela, Wilkie"meu irmão", Adriano e Melão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi massaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uma fotinha minha com Renata Pessoa "minha cunhada" na praia de BV!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genteeeee... peedããooo mesmo... Tédio total. Eu aqui pronto para sair e falando do meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Estou indo para um pagode. Fotos e noticias em breve. Até amanhã!&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/1017766880715758373-492754859974148058?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/492754859974148058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=492754859974148058' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/492754859974148058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/492754859974148058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-dia-comeou-cedo-demais.html' title='O dia começou cedo demais...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STHuxX-YsxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/kJdJ408gb6A/s72-c/PICT0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-6820038359038833093</id><published>2008-11-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:19:16.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento de Sexta.. Rs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STAzMlcoo6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JI7N7BpBlFA/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STAzMlcoo6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JI7N7BpBlFA/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273771454954513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje estava pensando na vida...&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em amigos, amores... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;De tudo um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;De repente chega 24 de Janeiro e a vida muda completamente.&lt;br /&gt;Então o que fazer nos últimos momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Chorar? Rir? Gritar?&lt;br /&gt;De tudo um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Pois é.. Hoje estou assim.  Sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu pensar no momento, o momento já passou.&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer para todos que reconhece o meu amor e a minha dedicação as minhas amizades e sabem o quanto são amados por mim, fiquem sabendo que irei sentir saudade de todos, todos.&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento é sempre assim. Perturbado.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E a foto?? hum... &lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá .. =]&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em vocês, pensei em nós.  Como será a nossa despedida? Hoje pensei tanto em despedida. O mundo vai acabar é?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aff&lt;/span&gt;.. quero não. " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mundããoo&lt;/span&gt; não acaba não que tu é bom demais " e com pessoas maravilhosas completa tudo. Amizade renovada. Sim, é a nossa. Domingo dia 23 de Novembro. Foi massa a noite.  O carro deixou agente na merda. Merda? Quem ficou na merda foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Renata&lt;/span&gt; Lira "a do meio na foto". Eu acho que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; acabei na merda. Brigamos... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kkkk&lt;/span&gt; foi muito engraçado. Ou eu era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;irónico&lt;/span&gt; ou eu era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;irónico&lt;/span&gt;. SOMENTE. Tudo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Renata&lt;/span&gt; Lira queria ir embora e eu não queria. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Poxa&lt;/span&gt; eu queria curtir a festa mas um pouco. ... Uma longa historia não é mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Renata&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;iuahuahua&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Bem bem... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Renata&lt;/span&gt; e Eu.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês sempre. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo na vida que querem eu tenho: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amigos ! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje foi um desabafo conturbado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1017766880715758373-6820038359038833093?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/6820038359038833093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=6820038359038833093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6820038359038833093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/6820038359038833093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pensamento-de-sexta-rs.html' title='Pensamento de Sexta.. Rs.'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/STAzMlcoo6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/JI7N7BpBlFA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017766880715758373.post-1619915925714430295</id><published>2008-11-27T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:04:10.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pequena declaração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SS8ZEifTidI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Wpzb4ZqxZSI/s1600-h/ATgAAABz2d7jpM8UjEo61pGPDwV1KXoBJsWOy9fuN7zjaf7sMTK_Xgv8wMZZYNauZL1wR_3QElFPg9RFFF4j_a2_RhCWAJtU9VDAKNNzRIpwXlG0Kg0HSIq8aZqfZA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SS8ZEifTidI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Wpzb4ZqxZSI/s320/ATgAAABz2d7jpM8UjEo61pGPDwV1KXoBJsWOy9fuN7zjaf7sMTK_Xgv8wMZZYNauZL1wR_3QElFPg9RFFF4j_a2_RhCWAJtU9VDAKNNzRIpwXlG0Kg0HSIq8aZqfZA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273461254442420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha fiel Renata... Pq é dela meu ombro quando precisar.&lt;br /&gt;Amo sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dela sempre meu ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estarei com você, sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017766880715758373-1619915925714430295?l=yuriichagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/feeds/1619915925714430295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017766880715758373&amp;postID=1619915925714430295' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1619915925714430295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017766880715758373/posts/default/1619915925714430295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuriichagas.blogspot.com/2008/11/uma-pequena-declarao.html' title='Uma pequena declaração...'/><author><name>yuri chagas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543800218043733525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/S-JBFujNuRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4Rr2j2TnoE8/S220/Yurih+(78).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibIuLTdEmXM/SS8ZEifTidI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Wpzb4ZqxZSI/s72-c/ATgAAABz2d7jpM8UjEo61pGPDwV1KXoBJsWOy9fuN7zjaf7sMTK_Xgv8wMZZYNauZL1wR_3QElFPg9RFFF4j_a2_RhCWAJtU9VDAKNNzRIpwXlG0Kg0HSIq8aZqfZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
