<?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-566495026956986591</id><updated>2011-10-08T07:22:11.923-07:00</updated><category term='Tavares'/><category term='stephanie marino'/><category term='sex and love tumblr'/><category term='Ste marino'/><category term='Clare'/><category term='te Amarei Para Sempre'/><category term='The L world'/><category term='Echo'/><category term='dois cafés e diálogos inesquecíveis...'/><category term='Stone Sour'/><category term='esteban'/><category term='Like knives'/><category term='Secondhand Serenade'/><category term='Caio Fernando Abreu'/><category term='Alice Ruiz'/><category term='Abril'/><category term='Sex n&apos; Love tumblr'/><category term='unholy confessions; avenged sevenfold'/><category term='the time traveler&apos;s wife'/><category term='Stand Inside your love'/><category term='Revanche'/><category term='Algumas horas'/><category term='email'/><category term='Lucas Silveira'/><category term='Camila Meneghetti'/><title type='text'>Sobre tu e você</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-383801110257055643</id><published>2011-01-04T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:16:41.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio Fernando Abreu'/><title type='text'>Em 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" -webkit-text-size-adjust: none;  color: rgb(146, 146, 146); line-height: 21px; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Ele pode estar olhando as suas fotos. Neste exato momento. Porque não? Passou-se muito tempo. Detalhes se perderam. E daí? Pode ser que ele faça todas as coisas que você faz. Escondida. Sem deixar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;rastro nem pistas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Talvez ele passe a mão na barba mal feita e sinta saudade do quanto você gostava disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ou percorra trajetos que eram seus, na tentativa de não deixar que você se disperse das lembranças. As boas. Por escolha ou fatalidade, pouco importa, ele pode pensar em você. Todos os dias. E ainda assim preferir o silêncio. Ele pode reler seus bilhetes, procurar o seu cheiro em outros cheiros. Ele pode ouvir as suas músicas, procurar a sua voz em outras vozes. Quem nos faz falta acerta o coração como um vento súbito que entra pela janela aberta. Não há escape. Talvez ele perceba que você faz falta. E diferença. De alguma forma, numa noite fria. Você não sabe. Ele pode ser o cara com quem passará aquele tão sonhado verão em Paris. Talvez ele volte. Ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-383801110257055643?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/383801110257055643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2011/01/em-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/383801110257055643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/383801110257055643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2011/01/em-2011.html' title='Em 2011'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-6869450392402622243</id><published>2010-12-14T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:02:43.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto Muito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem sabe eu ainda sou criança&lt;br /&gt;Ou um velho eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu já entrei na dança&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu não dancei&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu não saiba nada&lt;br /&gt;Ou saiba tudo que eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a hora está errada&lt;br /&gt;Ou há horas já errei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Talvez eu deixe você escolher&lt;br /&gt;Quem saiba eu me perca por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quero tudo que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o que eu quero é desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pedaços de papel rasgado&lt;br /&gt;Em cima da mesa de um bar&lt;br /&gt;Não fume, não beba, não viva,&lt;br /&gt;Não pense em sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pedaços de um coração partido&lt;br /&gt;Em frente a uma carta de amor&lt;br /&gt;Não chore, não ligue, não volte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Não ouse me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Milhas e milhas eu fui percorrer&lt;br /&gt;Por milhas eu não soube aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não espero me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia eu te encontre por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ah, eu sinto muito blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-6869450392402622243?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/6869450392402622243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinto-muito.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6869450392402622243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6869450392402622243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinto-muito.html' title='Sinto Muito.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-9003372602280833363</id><published>2010-12-08T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:52:12.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos meus blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Minhas tentativas de te escrever uma carta foram em vão, mas quando pensei em qualquer dedicatória que poderia fazer no verso da nossa foto, essa foi com certeza a mais sincera que consegui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TQAmcS9tUwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OeSMFpCd7sA/s1600/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TQAmcS9tUwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OeSMFpCd7sA/s400/Imagem1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548477008489304834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(146, 146, 146); line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'E me dá uma saudade irracional de você. Uma vontade de chegar perto, de só chegar perto, te olhar sem dizer nada, talvez recitar livros, quem sabe só olhar estrelas… dizer que te considero – pode ser por mais um mês, por mais um ano, ou quem sabe por uma vida – e que hoje, só por hoje ou a partir de hoje (de ontem, de sempre e de nunca), é sincero.'&lt;/i&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/566495026956986591-9003372602280833363?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/9003372602280833363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/12/dos-meus-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/9003372602280833363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/9003372602280833363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/12/dos-meus-blues.html' title='Dos meus blues.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TQAmcS9tUwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OeSMFpCd7sA/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-7725792381056329868</id><published>2010-12-06T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:48:37.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"apenas para registro:&lt;br /&gt;na sexta (depois de dormir e acordar): &lt;b&gt;sim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sábado: &lt;b&gt;sim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no domingo: &lt;b&gt;não&lt;/b&gt; (afinal é dia de descanso)&lt;br /&gt;na segunda: &lt;b&gt;sim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-7725792381056329868?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/7725792381056329868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/12/better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/7725792381056329868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/7725792381056329868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/12/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-54353064056098720</id><published>2010-11-28T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:48:55.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like knives'/><title type='text'>Can I have you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And I will blame myself for holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I will blame myself. The Sheets are stained with memories of your soft kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Now this is all I have. Paper and pen to remember you with. And I will blame myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-54353064056098720?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/54353064056098720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-i-have-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/54353064056098720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/54353064056098720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-i-have-you.html' title='Can I have you?'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-3027121382400305059</id><published>2010-11-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:49:26.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stand Inside your love'/><title type='text'>Out of line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Você e eu. Feitos pra sermos imutáveis, impossíveis. É a total loucura do destino. Incalculável. Insuportável. E pela última vez você é tudo o que eu quero e desejei. Você é tudo que eu sonho. Quem não gostaria de ser o seu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendo. Eu não me sinto agora, eu respiro por nós dois. Viaje o mundo, atravesse os céus, pois o seu lar é aqui, dentro do meu coração. E pela primeira vez estou te contando o quanto preciso e lutarei por cada movimento e ruído seu.&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/566495026956986591-3027121382400305059?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3027121382400305059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-of-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3027121382400305059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3027121382400305059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-of-line.html' title='Out of line'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-4324249372888253118</id><published>2010-11-08T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:32:39.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The L world'/><title type='text'>Soft Skeletons</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'People used to say I would go insane if I didn't learn how to feel. Well tell me what's so great about feeling, Cherie, cause I finally let myself and it feels like my heart has been completely ripped out..Then I must be delusional cause I could swear you felt the same way about me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-4324249372888253118?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4324249372888253118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/soft-skeletons.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4324249372888253118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4324249372888253118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/soft-skeletons.html' title='Soft Skeletons'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-418561762213755631</id><published>2010-11-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:14:59.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No regret. Just love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TNIIJiSZq8I/AAAAAAAAABw/4S5CNmSP_pA/s1600/1593.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TNIIJiSZq8I/AAAAAAAAABw/4S5CNmSP_pA/s400/1593.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535495851907591106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-418561762213755631?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/418561762213755631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-one-touch-now-baby-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/418561762213755631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/418561762213755631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-one-touch-now-baby-i-believe.html' title='No regret. Just love...'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TNIIJiSZq8I/AAAAAAAAABw/4S5CNmSP_pA/s72-c/1593.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-2073503818777299734</id><published>2010-11-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:01:43.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esteban'/><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu acredito nas casualidades, nos encontros, nas passagens.&lt;br /&gt;Nas conversas que temos, nas músicas que cantamos. No que somos e nunca deixamos de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que podemos ser muito fortes, muito mais. Podemos ser como todos, e o tudo pode ser capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero suas mãos, suas ideias e defeitos, que me ensine o seu jeito, enquanto aprende o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que faça sentido, que seja proibido, mas que entre nós todos não exista lei.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser tudo que tem graça, que tem gosto e da pra sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o que mais me da vontade, e quero vontade pra prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar, mergulhar, morrer e matar a vontade de querer.&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/566495026956986591-2073503818777299734?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2073503818777299734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2073503818777299734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2073503818777299734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/11/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-741972443576485592</id><published>2010-10-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:43:49.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Amanhã se vc me ver, vai notar as olheiras enormes e lembre-se que vc tem uma parcela de culpa nelas.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#A8A8A8;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;fevereiro 15, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;As quatro da manhã fico vulnerável, na verdade, acredito que você tenha percebido que talvez nao seja necessário chegar a esse exato horário pra conseguir confundir minha cabeça…Você mexeu comigo de um modo inexplicável, acredito que pelo seu jeito doce, educado, enfim, inexplicável… No inicio você era apenas um jogo, um desafio que queria vencer, mas te ver tornou tudo isso real. Seu rosto não era novo pra mim, mas sua timidez era. Só queria que você soubesse que por mais que  não tenha demostrado, minha atenção estava toda voltada a você, cada vez que você sorria, cada vez que você dirigia seu olhar a mim, era uma sensação nova. Uma sensação que não sentia a muito tempo, ainda não sei o que é, só sei que minha única vontade é te arrastar madrugada a dentro e te ter nem que seja até o amanhecer. Goodbye Stranger…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-741972443576485592?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/741972443576485592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/amanha-se-vc-me-ver-vai-notar-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/741972443576485592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/741972443576485592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/amanha-se-vc-me-ver-vai-notar-as.html' title='“Amanhã se vc me ver, vai notar as olheiras enormes e lembre-se que vc tem uma parcela de culpa nelas.”'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-3704365264650132440</id><published>2010-10-26T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:39:15.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;: 'Me desulpa.Por todas os dias que te ignorei, por todas as vezes que passei ao seu lado sem me importar, por todos os sorrisos não compreendidos, por todas as risadas que deixei de dar, por todas as vontades que deixei de ter. A verdade é que fiz tudo isso pois não queria magoar alguém como você.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;: '...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;: 'Você ainda me ama?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;: 'Eu teria como deixar de amá-lo? Deixar você seria como desistir de viver. Você pode cometer todos os erros que quiser, não importa o quão grave seja, eu sempre vou estar te esperando, pronta para aceitar suas desculpas.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're the best&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And yes I do regret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-3704365264650132440?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3704365264650132440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3704365264650132440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3704365264650132440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-6720239856230775876</id><published>2010-10-26T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:21:03.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secondhand Serenade'/><title type='text'>Don't make me change my mind or I won't live to see another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;I may have failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have loved you from the start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-6720239856230775876?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/6720239856230775876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-make-me-change-my-mind-or-i-wont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6720239856230775876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6720239856230775876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-make-me-change-my-mind-or-i-wont.html' title='Don&apos;t make me change my mind or I won&apos;t live to see another day.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-3927464674251695344</id><published>2010-10-20T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:50:52.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;“De fato tornou meu dia melhor… De tão apropriado o trecho de Abreu e a sua atitude de recortá-lo e me ofereçê-lo que até hoje, nesse exato momento em que acabo de lê-lo, toda a intenção da mensagem se torna atual! Minha linda, acaso ou não, talvez felicíssima coincidência ou benévolos movimentos construtivos do “caos” do universo, a mim, agrada muito o fato de te ter por perto…. e mais perto ainda nas intensões que vão nos impulsionando um ao encontro do outro. Esse encontro tem vários significados… o corpóreo e o do intelecto, portanto, o do desejo de bem querer querendo tudo, praticamente… Espero que vc tenha um ótimo domingo!!! Espero que possamos nos ver logo… Espero te roubar docemente os seus gostos… beijos… gemidos… enfim…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-3927464674251695344?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3927464674251695344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/domingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3927464674251695344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3927464674251695344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-8810266851919339704</id><published>2010-10-20T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:38:14.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Fiquei distraído com você, amor!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Tenho pressa de escrever. Estou fazendo correndo pois não vejo a hora de me deitar e sentir seu cheiro impregnado no meu travesseiro. Um cheiro que por meses ficou apenas em minhas lembranças, hoje veio a tona. Essa noite, quando me deitar, não vou ficar imaginando como seria se algo tivesse acontecido, e sim recordando todos os carinhos e afetos que proporcionamos um ao outro. Vou lembrar também das frases idiotas que falamos, as palavras românticas e de todas as piadas que fizemos. Seria impossível esquecer sua feição a cada segundo antes de me beijar. Fico pensando em palavras pra descrever mas é uma tarefa que no estado em que me encontro não consigo cumprir. Apenas não se esqueça de mim, amor…&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/566495026956986591-8810266851919339704?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8810266851919339704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/fiquei-distraido-com-voce-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8810266851919339704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8810266851919339704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/fiquei-distraido-com-voce-amor.html' title='“Fiquei distraído com você, amor!”'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-6663773319529834799</id><published>2010-10-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:27:57.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camila Meneghetti'/><title type='text'>I wish that I was looking into your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Fico pensando às vezes como deve ser bom ligar e dizer: “aconteceu algo terrível, sinto que não vou suportar” e ouvir: “senta e me espera, tô indo agora te ver.&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/566495026956986591-6663773319529834799?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/6663773319529834799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish-that-i-was-looking-into-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6663773319529834799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6663773319529834799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish-that-i-was-looking-into-your.html' title='I wish that I was looking into your eyes.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-1506068644456547590</id><published>2010-10-19T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:25:08.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De onde vem o jeito tão sem defeito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TL4osrmjHBI/AAAAAAAAABo/jyXLou-5bmY/s1600/tumblr_l8lpx9X2Bx1qbjlezo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TL4osrmjHBI/AAAAAAAAABo/jyXLou-5bmY/s400/tumblr_l8lpx9X2Bx1qbjlezo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529902140541312018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-1506068644456547590?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1506068644456547590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-onde-vem-o-jeito-tao-sem-defeito.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1506068644456547590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1506068644456547590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-onde-vem-o-jeito-tao-sem-defeito.html' title='De onde vem o jeito tão sem defeito?'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TL4osrmjHBI/AAAAAAAAABo/jyXLou-5bmY/s72-c/tumblr_l8lpx9X2Bx1qbjlezo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-4498224968009009678</id><published>2010-10-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:23:59.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex n&apos; Love tumblr'/><title type='text'>Meu tempo não passou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;O mundo me diz para seguir em frente, para fazer a coisa certa, para parar de sofrer, porque isso só depende de mim. Mas a questão é que eu não quero parar de sofrer se for para ser ao seu lado, porque quando estou mal e tenho vontade de chorar não é o mundo que me acalma, mas você.&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/566495026956986591-4498224968009009678?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4498224968009009678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/meu-tempo-nao-passou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4498224968009009678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4498224968009009678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/meu-tempo-nao-passou.html' title='Meu tempo não passou.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-699543902534139180</id><published>2010-10-15T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:17:17.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind me that we'll always have each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TLiMOfOhHmI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gh9CDdi5nvc/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TLiMOfOhHmI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gh9CDdi5nvc/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528322723125730914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;When everything else is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-699543902534139180?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/699543902534139180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/remind-me-that-well-always-have-each.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/699543902534139180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/699543902534139180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/remind-me-that-well-always-have-each.html' title='Remind me that we&apos;ll always have each other'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51mbTtW1_vA/TLiMOfOhHmI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gh9CDdi5nvc/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-1419566903337146859</id><published>2010-10-07T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:34:40.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex n&apos; Love tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone Sour'/><title type='text'>How much is real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;“Eu passo quieta por você, você passa quieto por mim, e eu ainda escuto o barulho que a gente fazia.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163);  font-style: normal;  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;How much is real? So much to question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-1419566903337146859?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1419566903337146859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-is-real.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1419566903337146859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1419566903337146859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-is-real.html' title='How much is real?'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-1162000869435689676</id><published>2010-09-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:49:58.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Ruiz'/><title type='text'>Escrito a longo prazo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Antes que eu te deixe, deixa eu dar um gole em você e ficar de porre até o verão.&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/566495026956986591-1162000869435689676?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1162000869435689676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/escrito-longo-prazo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1162000869435689676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1162000869435689676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/escrito-longo-prazo.html' title='Escrito a longo prazo.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-2524446143541411737</id><published>2010-09-16T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:54:34.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 28.0px; font: 18.0px American Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Quando você não esperar vai doer, e eu sei como vai doer. E vai passar, como passou por mim, e fazer com que se sinta assim, como eu sinto, como eu vejo, como eu fico, como eu não canso de tentar. Eu sei que vai ouvir, eu sei que vai lembrar, vai rezar pra esquecer, vai pedir pra esquecer, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;mas eu não vou deixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 18.0px American Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Eu não vou deixar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" class="module" style="margin-bottom: 0px; empty-cells: show; table-layout: fixed; width: 560px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/566495026956986591-2524446143541411737?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2524446143541411737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/milonga.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2524446143541411737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2524446143541411737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/milonga.html' title='Milonga'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-6249204889507173447</id><published>2010-09-15T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:01:30.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><title type='text'>There’s something about the way you move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There’s something about the look in your eyes. Something I noticed when the light was just right. It reminded me twice that I was alive and it reminded me that you’re so worth the fight! My biggest fear will be the rescue of me. Strange how it turns out that way... Could you show me dear, something I've not seen? Something infinitely interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-6249204889507173447?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/6249204889507173447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-something-about-way-you-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6249204889507173447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6249204889507173447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-something-about-way-you-move.html' title='There’s something about the way you move'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-2452720567021721120</id><published>2010-09-14T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:42:09.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Miss You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8pnyqVLN11qdcmhpo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 245px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8pnyqVLN11qdcmhpo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-2452720567021721120?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2452720567021721120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/miss-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2452720567021721120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2452720567021721120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/miss-you-love.html' title='And I Miss You Love'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-2187740370806814353</id><published>2010-09-14T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:24:35.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and love tumblr'/><title type='text'>Almost easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Eles não estavam trocando juras de amor, não andavam de mãos dadas, nem se chamavam por nomes infantis. Não tinha pieguice romântica ali. Mas foi a cena mais doce que eu vi: dois olhares se encontrando. Não só se encontrando: se confortando, se sabendo, se completando. Eu notei que eles eram algo além de amigos, que se desejavam e se protegiam, e foi só pela cumplicidade dos olhos, que deixavam de ser dois e se enlaçavam quatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-2187740370806814353?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2187740370806814353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/eles-nao-estavam-trocando-juras-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2187740370806814353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2187740370806814353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/09/eles-nao-estavam-trocando-juras-de-amor.html' title='Almost easy'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-3705483956901069518</id><published>2010-08-26T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:17:20.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;VE?&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/566495026956986591-3705483956901069518?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3705483956901069518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-lie-ve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3705483956901069518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3705483956901069518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-lie-ve.html' title='Do You'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-512050343164532163</id><published>2010-08-26T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:53:18.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dois cafés e diálogos inesquecíveis...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algumas horas'/><title type='text'>Doce como o amor e amargo como o café</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;- É que eu tenho medo de ser sozinho. Medo de que ninguém me ame. Parece bobo, mas esse medo me consome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Tenha certeza sempre de que alguém te ama. Saiba que toda vez que você precisar de alguém que te de certeza do quanto você é querido, eu estarei aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;- Obrigada, é bom ter alguém que sente isso por mim. Mas mesmo assim me preocupo muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Olha, eu sei que é difícil confessar, mas penso em você mais do que deveria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;- Eu também penso muito em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;- E eu tenho certeza que você nunca estará 'sozinho', pois o mais difícil nisso tudo é o 'não se apaixonar por você.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/566495026956986591-512050343164532163?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/512050343164532163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/doce-como-o-amor-e-amargo-como-o-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/512050343164532163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/512050343164532163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/doce-como-o-amor-e-amargo-como-o-cafe.html' title='Doce como o amor e amargo como o café'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-581089049429343100</id><published>2010-08-23T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:20:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria apenas me desculpar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(110, 113, 115); line-height: 15px; font-family:Futura, 'Century Gothic', AppleGothic, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Nunca lhe confessei abertamente o meu amor, mas, se é verdade que os olhos falam, até um idiota teria percebido que eu estava perdidamente apaixonado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Morro dos ventos uivantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;...Por ter te fitado daquele modo. Me desculpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-581089049429343100?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/581089049429343100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/queria-apenas-me-desculpar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/581089049429343100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/581089049429343100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/queria-apenas-me-desculpar.html' title='Queria apenas me desculpar...'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-8966943198933549922</id><published>2010-08-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:08:57.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unholy confessions; avenged sevenfold'/><title type='text'>Unbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela disse enquanto ele ia embora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Eu vou tentar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tentar não perder você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Dois vibrantes corações podem mudar. Eu estarei aqui esperando, testado e seguro. Eu queria poder ser aquele, aquele que não se importa. Mas sendo aquele que suporta, eu sei o caminho para ir e ninguém está me guiando. Eu sei que é dificil cair. Aprisionado em mim estava seu coração. Eu sei que está machucando você, mas está matando a mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-8966943198933549922?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8966943198933549922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/unbroken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8966943198933549922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8966943198933549922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/unbroken.html' title='Unbroken'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-7633031464931672014</id><published>2010-08-18T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:59:41.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores serão sempre amáveis</title><content type='html'>Quase me esqueci do teu cheiro em minha pele, quase me esqueci das loucuras que costumavamos fazer, quase me esqueci dos devaneios que costumava ter a cada adeus. Essa lembrança do teu gosto em minha boca me tiram o sono. Queria poder agradeçer todas as maravilhosas sensações que só consegui sentir ao teu lado, mesmo que ocultos do mundo. Queria que pudessemos ser como as outras pessoas, poder te levar ao ao cinema, te convidar para um jantar e depois ficar simplesmente largada no teu colo sem lembrar que todo o mundo conspira contra. Pois tem algo nos seus olhos que o mundo não enxerga e é exatamente esse algo que me faz querer reviver todas essas lembranças, beijos, abraços e afagos. E entre esse jazz que agora escuto sozinha, te ouço a cada nota. Se ao menos voce soubesse o quanto eu me importo com esses sentimentos e o quanto desejo que lembre de mim pelo menos por alguns segundos, ou alguns compassos desse jazz que quero continuar dançando apenas com você. &lt;div&gt;Chico nos definiria como "Futuros amantes" mas eu prefiro corrigi-lo e dizer que na verdade somos "Eternos amantes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-7633031464931672014?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/7633031464931672014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/amores-serao-sempre-amaveis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/7633031464931672014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/7633031464931672014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/amores-serao-sempre-amaveis.html' title='Amores serão sempre amáveis'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-4035224906082663544</id><published>2010-08-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:27:35.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizer que senti saudades não é exatamente uma novidade, é? Pois bem, senti, e ainda estou sentindo. É difícil completar esse vazio que você cavou no meu peito quando nossos momentos são difíceis de lembrar e impossíveis de esquecer.&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/566495026956986591-4035224906082663544?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4035224906082663544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4035224906082663544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4035224906082663544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-8139228649232233385</id><published>2010-07-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:57:02.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas Silveira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revanche'/><title type='text'>Eu sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;''Às vezes fico com saudade,&lt;br /&gt;de momentos que eu ainda não vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes peco na vontade,&lt;br /&gt;de sentimentos que eu ainda não senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Te vejo nas paredes dos hotéis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;eu vivo interpretando papeis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu não sei mais quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;me deu vontade de voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eu exagero nas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;mas nos meus versos eu só encontro você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho só pra te ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;É só mais um dia de chuva e eu vou pra redenção.&lt;br /&gt;Pois amanhã já vou estar em outro lugar,&lt;br /&gt;muito longe daqui, muito longe de ti.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-8139228649232233385?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8139228649232233385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8139228649232233385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8139228649232233385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-sei.html' title='Eu sei'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-5422392985770497813</id><published>2010-07-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:38:44.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin &amp; Ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Decidi (con)viver com isso para todo sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"Dig"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/566495026956986591-5422392985770497813?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5422392985770497813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/skin-ink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5422392985770497813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5422392985770497813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/skin-ink.html' title='Skin &amp; Ink'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-942619890425976735</id><published>2010-07-12T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:31:12.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode a Apoena</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"-Alô?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Oi Oi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Oi meu amor, como você está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;(-Estou sufocada na idéia de te ter, depois você me arranca de sua vida sem nem ao menos hesitar, nem ao menos pensar que se me sinto assim, foi por culpa sua. Não quero te culpar por tudo, mas teria sido mais simples se tivessemos alimentado isso tudo de outro jeito. Se você não tomasse decisões precipitadas de mais, se você não tivesse essa facilidade impar de dizer 'eu te amo'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lembrar de tudo que aconteceu sempre foi incrivelmente bom, mas quando você estava por perto… Pois você nunca mais esteve, apenas indiretamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Queria que soubesse o que eu sinto cada vez que você aparece 'um pouco' deixa uma marca em mim e depois desaparece, sem que eu saiba quando vai voltar, se vai voltar. Cansei de incertezas. Então só me diz uma coisa: Você quer mesmo continuar com isso? Pois hoje, eu vivo num paradoxo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Ah. Estou ótima e você?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-942619890425976735?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/942619890425976735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/ode-apoena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/942619890425976735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/942619890425976735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/ode-apoena.html' title='Ode a Apoena'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-8897262303748841139</id><published>2010-07-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:58:01.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;'eu serei o que lhe falta; e quando ela disser que não pode mais imaginar a vida sem mim, eu já não estarei mais lá. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;vou arrancar-me dela&lt;/span&gt; por ter perdido o maior motivo de amá-la: o do desafio, o da conquista, e com uma tristeza abissal verei as piores lágrimas jorrarem de seus olhos e eu me sentirei como um estuprador de criancinhas. porque eu sou um idiota de qualquer maneira. viciado pelo fascínio.'                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                                em a neve do bereteando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(13, 6, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;      &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-8897262303748841139?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8897262303748841139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/dig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8897262303748841139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8897262303748841139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/dig.html' title='Dig'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-525897240578324888</id><published>2010-07-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:54:58.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the time traveler&apos;s wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te Amarei Para Sempre'/><title type='text'>Love will tear us apart. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(45, 110, 137); "&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"É duro sobrar. Espero Henry, sem saber dele, me perguntando se ele está bem. É duro ser quem fica. Mantenho-me ocupada. Assim, o tempo passa mais depressa. Durmo sozinha e acordo sozinha. Caminho. Trabalho até cansar. Olho o vento, brinco com o lixo que passou o inverno inteiro debaixo da neve. Enquanto a gente não pensa nas coisas, elas parecem simples. Por que a ausência intensifica o amor? Há muito tempo, os homens iam para o mar e as mulheres ficavam na praia a esperá-los, procurando o barquinho no horizonte. Agora espero por Henry. Ele some sem querer, sem avisar. Espero-o. Tenho a sensação de que cada minuto de espera é um ano, uma eternidade. Cada minuto é lento e transparente como vidro. Através de cada minuto, vejo uma fila de infinitos minutos, à espera.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por que ele foi aonde não posso ir atrás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-525897240578324888?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/525897240578324888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-will-tear-us-apart-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/525897240578324888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/525897240578324888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-will-tear-us-apart-again.html' title='Love will tear us apart. Again.'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-5155809894109881181</id><published>2010-07-08T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:13:52.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should let you know (...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;E então Dan disse a garota “-Quem diria, Jane? Quem diria que ia dar nisso?” A garota sorriu com apenas uma sobrancelha arqueada e retrucou: “Não é mesmo, Dan? Mas porque todo esse espanto quando fiz aquela brincadeira?” Dan abaixou a cabeça e de um modo provocativo olhou cabisbaixo para Jane respondendo: “Quem disse que fiquei espantado? Posso ter ficado animado!” Jane ficara em choque com sua resposta, mas mesmo assim continuou: “Mas para isso eu preferia estar acordada, e muito!” Dan mudou de tom e em meio a risos soltou: “Estou brincando sobre não me espantar, foi só pra imaginar você sorrindo…. Mas você preferia estar acordada? Seria muito melhor, eu garanto!” A garota já não conseguia mais conter sua evidente alegria e suspirou: “Sim Dan… e sobre o sorriso? você acertou em cheio!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;but maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-5155809894109881181?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5155809894109881181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/should-let-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5155809894109881181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5155809894109881181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/07/should-let-you-know.html' title='Should let you know (...)'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-1803352964583452024</id><published>2010-06-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:30:57.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tavares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esteban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abril'/><title type='text'>Piano Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Caiu a noite tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;E eu ali parado esperando a música parar&lt;br /&gt;Era uma noite dessas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; E eu pensando porque eu fui te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Flores atiradas na calçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Um adeus tão frio e mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Seja como for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-1803352964583452024?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/1803352964583452024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/piano-bar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1803352964583452024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/1803352964583452024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/piano-bar.html' title='Piano Bar'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-643822478753452374</id><published>2010-06-14T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:04:01.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ste marino'/><title type='text'>Quatro da tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Sabe qual a diferença entre o martelo e o ferro de passar roupa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Sei sim! E você, sabe qual a diferença entre o amor e a paixão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Não...você pode me explicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- Eu posso te mostrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-643822478753452374?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/643822478753452374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/quatro-da-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/643822478753452374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/643822478753452374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/quatro-da-tarde.html' title='Quatro da tarde'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-9169742796118692786</id><published>2010-06-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:46:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Se tu vens, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, desde as três eu começarei a ser feliz. Quanto mais a hora for chegando, mais eu me sentirei feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às quatro horas, então, estarei inquieta e agitada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: descobrirei o preço da felicidade! Mas se tu vens a qualquer momento nunca saberei a hora de preparar o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 12px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ANTOINE DE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;SAINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;EXUPERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 14.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 12px; "&gt;É o preço que eu pago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-9169742796118692786?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/9169742796118692786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/stellar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/9169742796118692786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/9169742796118692786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/stellar.html' title='Stellar'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-2639759159799585417</id><published>2010-06-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T04:58:24.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;N: Quando você voltar, me convite pra sair. Por que você não tem coragem de faze-lo se sou eu que não deveria aceitar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;L: Você não deveria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;N:Não! Afinal, você sabe que eu não teria coragem. Eu não aceitaria, e o motivo é simples: você conhece apenas metade de mim e a outra... a outra eu prefiro encobrir com sorrisos. A questão é que mesmo querendo, não posso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;L: Não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;N: Desculpe, esqueça o que eu disse agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;L: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;N: Sei que perdi as contas de quantas vezes te procurei, mas você não sabe do que eu preciso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;L: Você acha mesmo que eu não sei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;N: Só me diz alguma coisa boa, qualquer coisa que você tiver vontade. Só decida se quer continuar com isso...só decida se... nada, esquece. Só me convide para sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-2639759159799585417?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2639759159799585417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/n-quando-voce-voltar-me-convite-pra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2639759159799585417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2639759159799585417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/n-quando-voce-voltar-me-convite-pra.html' title='Strawberry Fields'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-3297205289815671445</id><published>2010-06-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:18:15.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio Fernando Abreu'/><title type='text'>Para uma avenca partindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Eu, por exemplo, nunca pensei que houvesse alguma coisa a dizer além de tudo que já foi dito, ou melhor, pensei sim, não, pensar propriamente não, mas eu sabia, é verdade que eu sabia, que havia uma outra coisa atrás e além de nossas mãos dadas.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-3297205289815671445?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/3297205289815671445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-uma-avenca-partindo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3297205289815671445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/3297205289815671445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-uma-avenca-partindo.html' title='Para uma avenca partindo'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-5531220197333417256</id><published>2010-06-06T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:03:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio Fernando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(38, 38, 28); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;O que incomoda é esta fragilidade, essa aceitação, esse contentar-se com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quase nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-5531220197333417256?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5531220197333417256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/caio-fernando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5531220197333417256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5531220197333417256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/caio-fernando.html' title='Caio Fernando'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-7484233067896292121</id><published>2010-06-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:47:41.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esteban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephanie marino'/><title type='text'>O que eu ainda sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E agora, debruçada na varanda, sorrindo e olhando a chuva cair fina, percebo que passava semanas me perguntando por que você não voltou, ou se partiu, por que não me avisou. Mas sei que existia um motivo, sempre existia um motivo que nos separava. Porém, tenho a necessidade de saber o porque. Senti saudades, mas hoje sei que as coisas caminham de um outro modo, e cada vez que você resolve não aparecer, sei que pelo menos nas intenções você está sempre presente. Talvez eu só andasse pensando de mais, criando de mais, culpando de mais. A verdade é que as vezes eu queria não ter medo de te perder, perder isso que nós temos. Queria te olhar e dizer que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;uando eu te peço um pouco é porque eu quero tudo que pode me dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/566495026956986591-7484233067896292121?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/7484233067896292121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-eu-ainda-sou.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/7484233067896292121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/7484233067896292121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-eu-ainda-sou.html' title='O que eu ainda sou'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-5471404180610722710</id><published>2010-06-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:37:07.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio Fernando Abreu'/><title type='text'>Everlong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;É, eu confesso que não é exatamente a realidade que eu esperava encontrar. Talvez isso mude. Talvez você entre na minha vida sem tocar a campainha e me sequestre de uma vez. Talvez você pule esses três ou quatro muros que nos separam e segure a minha mão, assim,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ofegante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pra nunca mais soltar. Talvez você ainda possa pular no rio e me salvar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ou talvez eu só precise de férias, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;um porre e um novo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Porque no fundo eu sei que a realidade que eu sonhava afundou num copo de cachaça e virou utopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Caio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-5471404180610722710?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5471404180610722710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/everlong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5471404180610722710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/5471404180610722710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/everlong.html' title='Everlong'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-2598114502559833335</id><published>2010-06-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:32:42.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me perco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(84, 84, 84); line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Você tem um cigarro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Estou tentando parar de fumar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Eu também. Mas queria uma coisa nas mãos agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Você tem uma coisa nas mãos agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                                                                                                                               Caio F. Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-2598114502559833335?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2598114502559833335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-perco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2598114502559833335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/2598114502559833335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-perco.html' title='Me perco'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-924197457748126781</id><published>2010-06-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:37:24.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer coisa assim sobre você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(84, 84, 84); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Te quero pelo seu sorriso incrível, pelo seu cheiro doce, pelos seu cabelo bagunçado, pele rosada e seu rosto desenhado. Pelos seus olhos de abismo, pelo modo como eu te quero mais do que você me quer, te quero pelas suas brincadeiras, pela sua inteligência, pela sua sobrancelha com falhas. Te quero pois cada vez que te vejo perco meu rumo, e cada vez que não, permaneço inexistente, morta. Te quero pelas vezes que você me encarou no fundo dos meus olhos, pelo modo como você caminha, pelos seus jeans rasgados e tenis impecáveis. Te quero por cada vez que você me percebe te assistindo perplexa, apaixonada, te quero pelos seus ombros largos e pela sua voz.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Te quero pelos seus difíceis abraços e impossíveis beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/566495026956986591-924197457748126781?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/924197457748126781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/qualquer-coisa-assim-sobre-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/924197457748126781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/924197457748126781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/qualquer-coisa-assim-sobre-voce.html' title='Qualquer coisa assim sobre você'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-8395403843058237266</id><published>2010-06-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:33:09.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipocritamente imortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(84, 84, 84); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Todos aqueles dias que pareciam perdidos começam a fazer sentido. E por mais que tudo esteja perfeito eu não queria estar sozinho agora, não sei, estou me sentindo tão confuso, inexplicavelmente vazio. Acho que pelos meus planos terem se desfeito com a chuva pesada que molha a varanda. Acredito também que seja apenas ansiedade de te ver, o medo da sua reação ao me encarar após aquela tarde quente. Será que você vai lembrar? Você percebeu a maneira como você falava comigo? Sei que me faz sorrir a cada segundo. Será que vai fazer questão de me tratar com indiferença? Anseio por não saber como será passar uma semana sem te olhar, sem esperar suas brincadeiras, sem te fitar pelo retrovisor. Sei apenas que estarei parada, torcendo para que quando você passar por mim, se volte e diga: “Oi, como você está?” Você não sabe o bem que você me faz.&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/566495026956986591-8395403843058237266?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8395403843058237266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/hipocritamente-imortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8395403843058237266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/8395403843058237266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/hipocritamente-imortal.html' title='Hipocritamente imortal'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-6600236508452703612</id><published>2010-06-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:38:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545454;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A tua diversão é me escrever pra eu saber que acabou de chegar,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; que passou por aqui e não quis me chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bebi saudade a semana inteira pra domingo você me dizer que não sabe o que quer e não quer mais saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ah, veja você... Agora tem tanto pra me dizer? &lt;i&gt;Agora, quem tem medo de perder?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ah, o que eu fui fazer? Menti pra todos que eu já sei viver, menti pra todos que sei esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Esteban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-6600236508452703612?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/6600236508452703612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/cheers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6600236508452703612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/6600236508452703612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566495026956986591.post-4675114408663456146</id><published>2010-06-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:33:54.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segunda Feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(84, 84, 84); line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“— E você, por que desvia o olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Porque eu tenho medo de altura. Tenho medo de cair para dentro de você. Há nos seus olhos castanhos certos desenhos que me lembram montanhas, cordilheiras vistas do alto, em miniatura. Então, eu desvio os meus olhos para amarra-los em qualquer pedra no chão e me salvar do amor. Mas, hoje, não encontraram pedra. Encontraram flor. E eu me agarrei às pétalas o mais que pude, sem sequer perceber que estava plantada num desses abismos, dentro dos seus olhos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;— Ah. Porque eu sou tímida.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Rita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Apoena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/566495026956986591-4675114408663456146?l=sobretuevoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4675114408663456146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/segunda-feira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4675114408663456146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/566495026956986591/posts/default/4675114408663456146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobretuevoce.blogspot.com/2010/06/segunda-feira.html' title='Segunda Feira'/><author><name>Ste Marino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487572444832117887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtTwmXrVvRg/TXgZkBmfn_I/AAAAAAAAACI/TI6HPq4f66o/s220/mesa3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
