<?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-5334418028730882509</id><updated>2011-09-16T08:35:39.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's me... sometimes!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-5162412822406308913</id><published>2011-07-11T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:23:32.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ClPHdUF6cEQ/ThuF5Xd3PcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HnlGzdNR7Yw/s1600/emo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ClPHdUF6cEQ/ThuF5Xd3PcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HnlGzdNR7Yw/s320/emo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628239379927875010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de todos os sentimentos, gosto de saber a diferença entre eles. Saber exatamente o que estou sentindo, sentir até o fundo a felicidade, a paixão, a compaixão, a raiva... Sentimentos bons e ruins, acho todos válidos. Triste de quem sempre sente a mesma coisa, a mesma alegria, a mesma raiva, o mesmo amor. Sentimentos devem ser trocados e\ou alternados constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-5162412822406308913?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5162412822406308913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/5162412822406308913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/5162412822406308913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/07/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos.'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ClPHdUF6cEQ/ThuF5Xd3PcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HnlGzdNR7Yw/s72-c/emo%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-6696099804023895398</id><published>2011-05-24T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:51:27.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Neruda que você leu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo07toJLh6U/Tdubr-DIDrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2aNRCR-idUI/s1600/desenho%2Bflog-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo07toJLh6U/Tdubr-DIDrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2aNRCR-idUI/s320/desenho%2Bflog-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610248940512874162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Neruda que eu te dei e você leu, não peço de volta. Faz parte do nosso passado em comum, das nossas lembranças. Deixa guardado, foi nosso. Ninguém precisa saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu eras também uma pequena folha&lt;br /&gt;que tremia no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;O vento da vida pôs-te ali.&lt;br /&gt;A princípio não te vi: não soube&lt;br /&gt;que ias comigo,&lt;br /&gt;até que as tuas raízes&lt;br /&gt;atravessaram o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;se uniram aos fios do meu sangue,&lt;br /&gt;falaram pela minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;floresceram comigo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-6696099804023895398?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6696099804023895398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-neruda-que-voce-leu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/6696099804023895398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/6696099804023895398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-neruda-que-voce-leu.html' title='O Neruda que você leu.'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo07toJLh6U/Tdubr-DIDrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2aNRCR-idUI/s72-c/desenho%2Bflog-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-6975162542393174045</id><published>2011-04-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:40:42.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos de Ligia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QcYfodgUFA/TZ-AxeYa-MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wopxq5FFtDY/s1600/espelho-meu-sou-a-mais-bela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QcYfodgUFA/TZ-AxeYa-MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wopxq5FFtDY/s320/espelho-meu-sou-a-mais-bela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593330849674885314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Enriqueço na solidão: fico inteligente, graciosa e não esta feia ressentida que me olha do fundo do espelho. Ouço duzentas e noventa e nove vezes o mesmo disco, lembro poesias, dou piruetas, sonho, invento, abro todos os portões e quando vejo a alegria está instalada em mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligia Fagundes Teles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-6975162542393174045?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6975162542393174045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/fragmentos-de-ligia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/6975162542393174045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/6975162542393174045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/fragmentos-de-ligia.html' title='Fragmentos de Ligia'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QcYfodgUFA/TZ-AxeYa-MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wopxq5FFtDY/s72-c/espelho-meu-sou-a-mais-bela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-5439936181063031176</id><published>2011-04-03T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:59:06.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carles Chaplin me compreende</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-2DkcFdExk/TZlQBk3tzKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDAnlSYpLIA/s1600/charles_chaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-2DkcFdExk/TZlQBk3tzKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDAnlSYpLIA/s320/charles_chaplin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591588400364637346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exato.&lt;br /&gt;E então, pude relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome... AUTO-ESTIMA.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra minhas verdades.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é...AUTENTICIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje chamo isso de... AMADURECIMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é... RESPEITO.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável... Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que se chama... AMOR PRÓPRIO.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... SIMPLICIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei muitas menos vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje descobri a... HUMILDADE.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a vida acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é... PLENITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é... SABER VIVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-5439936181063031176?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5439936181063031176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/carles-chaplin-me-compreende.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/5439936181063031176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/5439936181063031176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/carles-chaplin-me-compreende.html' title='Carles Chaplin me compreende'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-2DkcFdExk/TZlQBk3tzKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDAnlSYpLIA/s72-c/charles_chaplin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-2614893742174944198</id><published>2010-11-11T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:01:53.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E essa agora!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TNzYK3xHKjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXjFRCrIqoI/s1600/insonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TNzYK3xHKjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXjFRCrIqoI/s320/insonia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538539323039099442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a insônia, essa danada, que me desperta do nada e me coloca mil pensamentos na cabeça, além dos mil que eu já tenho, revira tudo e vai embora, me deixando aqui com a verdade e a realidade jogadas na minha cara me perguntando - e agora!?&lt;br /&gt;Eu respondo - E lá sei eu!? Calem a boca as duas que eu preciso dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã a insônia me paga, essa pilantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-2614893742174944198?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2614893742174944198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-essa-agora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/2614893742174944198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/2614893742174944198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-essa-agora.html' title='E essa agora!?'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TNzYK3xHKjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PXjFRCrIqoI/s72-c/insonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-7079282899649628171</id><published>2010-11-02T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:09:17.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas saudades</title><content type='html'>Época do meu aniversário eu sempre fico assim, meio melancólico, sentindo faltas e saudades. Deve ser o tempo que vai ficando para trás, tudo o que eu deixei de ser e tudo o que eu fui e foi esquecido, por mim e por quem se recorda do que eu tenha sido. &lt;br /&gt;25 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-7079282899649628171?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7079282899649628171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/algumas-saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7079282899649628171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7079282899649628171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/algumas-saudades.html' title='Algumas saudades'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-8815081489801323622</id><published>2010-10-25T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:00:27.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu falei que podia demorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZD-gPCbFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hgzQCpLL6t0/s1600/DSC01719-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZD-gPCbFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hgzQCpLL6t0/s320/DSC01719-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532183933355191378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que poderia passar algum tempo sem escrever aqui, não que eu ache que alguém sentiu falta, muito menos que alguém ainda leia, mas enfim, voltei.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei feliz, cheio de planos, de idéias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-8815081489801323622?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8815081489801323622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-falei-que-podia-demorar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8815081489801323622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8815081489801323622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-falei-que-podia-demorar.html' title='Eu falei que podia demorar'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZD-gPCbFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hgzQCpLL6t0/s72-c/DSC01719-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-646991268060152354</id><published>2010-06-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:25:44.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TBGslvcVrXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OwK8CmW9W4w/s1600/iansa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TBGslvcVrXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OwK8CmW9W4w/s320/iansa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481351985877069170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou? um fogo-fátuo, uma miragem... &lt;br /&gt;Sou um reflexo...um canto de paisagem &lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas cenário! Um vaivém &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a sorte: hoje aqui, depois além! &lt;br /&gt;Sei lá quem sou?Sei lá! Sou a roupagem &lt;br /&gt;De um doido que partiu numa romagem &lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais voltou! Eu sei lá quem!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um verme que um dia quis ser astro... &lt;br /&gt;Uma estátua truncada de alabastro... &lt;br /&gt;Uma chaga sangrenta do Senhor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá quem sou?! Sei lá! Cumprindo os fados, &lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de maldades e pecados, &lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um mau, sou mais um pecador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-646991268060152354?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/646991268060152354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/646991268060152354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/646991268060152354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TBGslvcVrXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OwK8CmW9W4w/s72-c/iansa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-706798302311174068</id><published>2010-05-30T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:50:53.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipes...</title><content type='html'>Faz mais ou menos um ano que criei meu blog. Criei para me sentir menos sozinho, para conseguir por pra fora o que me angustiava, o que me consumia, o que não me fazia feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Todos que eu amava estavam longe, ou melhor, eu estava longe. foi um jeito de tentar mostrar aos que realmente me conheciam como eu estava me sentindo... e adiantou.&lt;br /&gt;Um ano depois muitas, muitas coisas aconteceram. coisas que eu já imaginava, outras coisas que jamais eu pensaria que poderiam acontecer, nem comigo, nem com ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idas, vindas. laços desfeitos, laços refeitos, amores impossiveis, paixões secretas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo esse balanço percebi que já fazem quase 2 anos que minha vida está um turbilhão de emoções, muito longe de qualquer calmaria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso definitivamente não é uma reclamação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito pelo contrário, todas as coisas que aconteceram e ainda acontecem, as coisas boas e também as não tão boas, servem para me fazer sentir vivo! nem de longe sinto falta daquela vidinha previsível, calma... e nem sinto falta de quem eu era porque, definitivamente, hoje eu sou uma pessoa muito melhor (sem falsa modéstia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que continue toda essa loucura enquanto essa loucura me é conveniente e satisfatória!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro desse quase um ano esse blog expôs vários Filipes e, com certeza, esse que escreve agora é o mais satisfeito e orgulhoso de si!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-706798302311174068?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/706798302311174068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/05/filipes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/706798302311174068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/706798302311174068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/05/filipes.html' title='Filipes...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-2375024130954769532</id><published>2010-05-16T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:29:48.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quando o amor vacila...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S_B_07jyj0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ioe8ALWnlus/s1600/amor_incondicional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472014094572883778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S_B_07jyj0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ioe8ALWnlus/s320/amor_incondicional.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que atrás deste universo de aparências,&lt;br /&gt;das diferenças todas,&lt;br /&gt;a esperança é preservada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas xícaras sujas de ontem&lt;br /&gt;o café de cada manhã é servido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas existe uma palavra que não suporto ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;e dela não me conformo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em tudo,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu quero você agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo pelas tuas faltas,&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu corpo marcado,&lt;br /&gt;pelas tuas cicatrizes,&lt;br /&gt;pelas tuas loucuras todas, minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo as tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que por causa delas&lt;br /&gt;eu não saiba o que fazer das minhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo teu jogo triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tuas roupas sujas&lt;br /&gt;é aqui em casa que eu lavo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo a tua alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo fora de si,&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo pela tua essência.&lt;br /&gt;Até pelo que você poderia ter sido,&lt;br /&gt;se a maré das circunstâncias&lt;br /&gt;não tivesse te banhado&lt;br /&gt;nas águas do equívoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo nas horas infernais&lt;br /&gt;e na vida sem tempo, quando,&lt;br /&gt;sozinha, bordo mais uma toalha&lt;br /&gt;de fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo pelas crianças e futuras rugas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo pelas tuas ilusões perdidas&lt;br /&gt;e pelos teus sonhos inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo teu sistema de vida e morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo pelo que se repete&lt;br /&gt;e que nunca é igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo pelas tuas entradas,&lt;br /&gt;saídas e bandeiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo desde os teus pés&lt;br /&gt;até o que te escapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo de alma para alma.&lt;br /&gt;E mais que as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que seja através delas&lt;br /&gt;que eu me defenda,&lt;br /&gt;quando digo que te amo&lt;br /&gt;mais que o silêncio dos momentos difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;quando o próprio amor&lt;br /&gt;vacila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-2375024130954769532?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2375024130954769532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-o-amor-vacila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/2375024130954769532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/2375024130954769532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-o-amor-vacila.html' title='quando o amor vacila...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S_B_07jyj0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ioe8ALWnlus/s72-c/amor_incondicional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-7136121053522566804</id><published>2010-04-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:23:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusões e percepções...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S9dH0Ldi7kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OZllgbU-2mw/s1600/pensador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S9dH0Ldi7kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OZllgbU-2mw/s320/pensador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464915634592869954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;"Dizem que o tempo ameniza&lt;br /&gt;Isto é faltar com a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Dor real se fortalece&lt;br /&gt;Como os músculos, com a idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um teste no sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Mas não o debelaria&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo fosse remédio&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum mal existiria"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Emily_Dickinson/" class="autor"&gt;Emily  Dickinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&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/5334418028730882509-7136121053522566804?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7136121053522566804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/confusoes-e-percepcoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7136121053522566804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7136121053522566804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/04/confusoes-e-percepcoes.html' title='confusões e percepções...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S9dH0Ldi7kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OZllgbU-2mw/s72-c/pensador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-3771036966960256435</id><published>2010-03-02T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:11:51.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lascivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S43hTucSG-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HyAjLKl1Ht8/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S43hTucSG-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HyAjLKl1Ht8/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444255253561220066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que será que será&lt;br /&gt;Que andam suspirando&lt;br /&gt;Pelas alcovas?&lt;br /&gt;Que andam sussurrando&lt;br /&gt;Em versos e trovas?&lt;br /&gt;Que andam combinando&lt;br /&gt;No breu das tocas?&lt;br /&gt;Que anda nas cabeças?&lt;br /&gt;Anda nas bocas?&lt;br /&gt;Que andam acendendo&lt;br /&gt;Velas nos becos?&lt;br /&gt;Estão falando alto&lt;br /&gt;Pelos botecos&lt;br /&gt;E gritam nos mercados&lt;br /&gt;Que com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Está na natureza&lt;br /&gt;Será, que será?&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem certeza&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem concerto&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem tamanho...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O que será? Que Será?&lt;br /&gt;Que vive nas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Desses amantes&lt;br /&gt;Que cantam os poetas&lt;br /&gt;Mais delirantes&lt;br /&gt;Que juram os profetas&lt;br /&gt;Embriagados&lt;br /&gt;Está na romaria&lt;br /&gt;Dos mutilados&lt;br /&gt;Está nas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Dos infelizes&lt;br /&gt;Está no dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Das meretrizes&lt;br /&gt;No plano dos bandidos&lt;br /&gt;Dos desvalidos&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Será, que será?&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem decência&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem censura&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;O que não faz sentido...&lt;/p&gt; O que será? Que será?&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os avisos&lt;br /&gt;Não vão evitar&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos os risos&lt;br /&gt;Vão desafiar&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos os sinos&lt;br /&gt;Irão repicar&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos os hinos&lt;br /&gt;Irão consagrar&lt;br /&gt;E todos os meninos&lt;br /&gt;Vão desembestar&lt;br /&gt;E todos os destinos&lt;br /&gt;Irão se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo padre eterno&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca foi lá&lt;br /&gt;Olhando aquele inferno&lt;br /&gt;Vai abençoar!&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem governo&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca terá!&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem juízo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-3771036966960256435?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3771036966960256435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/lascivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/3771036966960256435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/3771036966960256435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/lascivo.html' title='lascivo!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S43hTucSG-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HyAjLKl1Ht8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-5695546702594429823</id><published>2010-02-11T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:32:35.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in WonderLand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S3Q-_-4v5iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/49A8p8v84_Q/s1600-h/alice-maravilhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S3Q-_-4v5iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/49A8p8v84_Q/s320/alice-maravilhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437039919076730402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina sonhadora&lt;br /&gt;E pouco desavergonhada,&lt;br /&gt;Desfez-se da  realidade&lt;br /&gt;E foi para uma terra encantada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhora do seu  nariz,&lt;br /&gt;De seu nome Alice,&lt;br /&gt;Escapou por um triz&lt;br /&gt;A um universo  de doidice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois o seu mundo era de doidos&lt;br /&gt;Mas até fazia  sentido&lt;br /&gt;Porque os doidos lá eram sãos&lt;br /&gt;E o coelho andava vestido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um  mundo impossível&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de possibilidades,&lt;br /&gt;Muito pouco plausível&lt;br /&gt;Feito  de mil realidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-5695546702594429823?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5695546702594429823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/5695546702594429823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/5695546702594429823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in WonderLand'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S3Q-_-4v5iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/49A8p8v84_Q/s72-c/alice-maravilhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-4485079121784830395</id><published>2010-01-30T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:39:53.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S2RgyKKqtDI/AAAAAAAAADw/by5PAJrXEKg/s1600-h/verao.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S2RgyKKqtDI/AAAAAAAAADw/by5PAJrXEKg/s320/verao.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432573465354482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O som da agua quebrando pra enfeitar o fundo&lt;br /&gt;O reflexo da luz se espalha em um segundo&lt;br /&gt;O barulho do vento acorda a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;A rocha submersa na agua salgada..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-4485079121784830395?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4485079121784830395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/4485079121784830395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/4485079121784830395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S2RgyKKqtDI/AAAAAAAAADw/by5PAJrXEKg/s72-c/verao.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-4764825932620827016</id><published>2010-01-25T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:01:53.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aqui com meus botões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S15bDaSJtxI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Xb64c9BQ3k/s1600-h/2010Calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430878314808588050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S15bDaSJtxI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Xb64c9BQ3k/s320/2010Calendar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que começo de ano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantas coisas aconteceram em um espaço de tempo tão curto, minha cabeça está quase em curto!!!!!!! coisas ruins, coisas boas, decepções, esperanças, medo do incerto, medo do desapego... mas nunca com medo da vida! embora minha vida nunca tenha se identificado com a palavra CONSTANTE, aprendi a confiar nela, e em mim! aprendi que ERROS não gostam de serem ERROS, e mesmo que tardiamente, de uma forma ou de outra, tentam virar ACERTOS! e sempre conseguem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero sempre aprender com meus erros, que já são acertos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz muitas promessas no reveillon que não vou cumprir, a única que certamente cumprirei é a de APRENDER! cada sinal que a VIDA me der, cada momento, cada passo será com o objetivo de aprender! aprender a mudar, aprender a insistir, aprender a ouvir, falar, calar, voltar, aprender a perdoar, esquecer, lembrar, confiar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-4764825932620827016?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4764825932620827016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/aqui-com-meus-botoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/4764825932620827016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/4764825932620827016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/aqui-com-meus-botoes.html' title='aqui com meus botões...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/S15bDaSJtxI/AAAAAAAAADo/8Xb64c9BQ3k/s72-c/2010Calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-7322355047522724554</id><published>2009-12-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:37:50.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uma mensagem de amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SzrK1Mi4V_I/AAAAAAAAACw/RL95O7_t5YA/s1600-h/champagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SzrK1Mi4V_I/AAAAAAAAACw/RL95O7_t5YA/s320/champagne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420868116743215090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os livros na estante já não tem mais tanta importância&lt;br /&gt;Do muito que eu li, do pouco que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Nada me resta&lt;br /&gt;A não ser a vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O motivo eu já nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ler no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;A noite eu me deito,&lt;br /&gt;Então escuto a mensagem no ar&lt;br /&gt;Tambores rufando&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não tenho nada pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;A não ser a vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O motivo eu já nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ler no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;No céu estrelado eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;Com os pés na terra&lt;br /&gt;Vagando entre os astros&lt;br /&gt;Nada me move nem me faz parar&lt;br /&gt;A não ser a vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O motivo eu já nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ler no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes! and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-7322355047522724554?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7322355047522724554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-mensagem-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7322355047522724554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7322355047522724554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-mensagem-de-amor.html' title='uma mensagem de amor!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SzrK1Mi4V_I/AAAAAAAAACw/RL95O7_t5YA/s72-c/champagne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-4680570091968682371</id><published>2009-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:29:09.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SsuaZ2oZWaI/AAAAAAAAACo/lo4ZotpQ2y4/s1600-h/FelizViver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SsuaZ2oZWaI/AAAAAAAAACo/lo4ZotpQ2y4/s320/FelizViver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389571148031285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-4680570091968682371?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4680570091968682371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/4680570091968682371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/4680570091968682371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SsuaZ2oZWaI/AAAAAAAAACo/lo4ZotpQ2y4/s72-c/FelizViver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-7572589539119317945</id><published>2009-09-30T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:22:55.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai... sabe que eu acho que sei lá!???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SsOT3WcCNiI/AAAAAAAAACg/3mJW87MkfCQ/s1600-h/madonna_hung_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SsOT3WcCNiI/AAAAAAAAACg/3mJW87MkfCQ/s320/madonna_hung_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387312158390498850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim meio que nem sei como entende!?&lt;br /&gt;daí chega... depois de ficar um pouco vai, mas então volta!&lt;br /&gt;então não sei... como posso explicar, as vezes complica!&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer, não estou bem certo, mas pode ser...&lt;br /&gt;não vou dizer nem que sim, nem que não! muito pelo contrário!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;longe de mim... mas é que as vezes... depois de tudo... quando volta... parece q não, sabe!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-7572589539119317945?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7572589539119317945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-sabe-que-eu-acho-que-sei-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7572589539119317945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7572589539119317945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-sabe-que-eu-acho-que-sei-la.html' title='ai... sabe que eu acho que sei lá!???????'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SsOT3WcCNiI/AAAAAAAAACg/3mJW87MkfCQ/s72-c/madonna_hung_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-8365634099661296253</id><published>2009-09-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:34:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai que saco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SqiBVGUztvI/AAAAAAAAACY/68Zl-JMaJ54/s1600-h/Nervos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SqiBVGUztvI/AAAAAAAAACY/68Zl-JMaJ54/s320/Nervos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379691954369181426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai que saco essa gente toda falando...&lt;br /&gt;ai que saco esse barulho, ai que saco esse trânsito!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ninguém merece essa aula! que professora bem chata!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;que gente mal vestida! ai que conversa desagradável!&lt;br /&gt;meu deeeeeeeus, que internet lentaaaaaaaaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;que chimarrão amargo... que música velha!&lt;br /&gt;ai eu vou gritaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sai da minha frente!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;parem de respirar perto de mim, por favor!?&lt;br /&gt;obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai sei lá, to meio irritadinho hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-8365634099661296253?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8365634099661296253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-que-saco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8365634099661296253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8365634099661296253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-que-saco.html' title='ai que saco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SqiBVGUztvI/AAAAAAAAACY/68Zl-JMaJ54/s72-c/Nervos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-378523456610183030</id><published>2009-09-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:39:55.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punta del diablo!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Sqdbf_IHpmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iww5MujNlLs/s1600-h/blogpunta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Sqdbf_IHpmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iww5MujNlLs/s320/blogpunta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379368884996908642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será mesmo???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que não! foi nessa ponta do diabo que deus se mostrou...&lt;br /&gt;me fez pensar. pensar em como tudo sempre se caminha para o acerto. me fez pensar sem camuflagem sobre o futuro; passado; presente.&lt;br /&gt;nessa ordem.&lt;br /&gt;foram nesses três dias na ponta do diabo que deus me deu paz!&lt;br /&gt;uma paz sem mentiras e sem enganos. uma paz ousada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devaneios...&lt;br /&gt;desculpem amigos! não queiram entender esse post!&lt;br /&gt;foi só pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-378523456610183030?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/378523456610183030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/punta-del-diablo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/378523456610183030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/378523456610183030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/punta-del-diablo.html' title='punta del diablo!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Sqdbf_IHpmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iww5MujNlLs/s72-c/blogpunta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-6700236813549429483</id><published>2009-08-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:05:34.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Soo2XzIPqoI/AAAAAAAAACI/1mnGjfP5zQU/s1600-h/geada12pelotas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371165288082418306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Soo2XzIPqoI/AAAAAAAAACI/1mnGjfP5zQU/s320/geada12pelotas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de volta ao mesmo lugar que já não é mais o mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentindo uma felicidade diferente, uma felicidade minha, entende!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma cumplicidade invisivel, uma parceria reatada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;algo meu e desse lugar, especial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5334418028730882509-6700236813549429483?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6700236813549429483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-ao-mesmo-lugar-que-ja-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/6700236813549429483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/6700236813549429483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-volta-ao-mesmo-lugar-que-ja-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Soo2XzIPqoI/AAAAAAAAACI/1mnGjfP5zQU/s72-c/geada12pelotas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-8651671749474212935</id><published>2009-06-29T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:45:28.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apenas essa mania que ainda é forte e minha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkmxH7HWDjI/AAAAAAAAACA/SGwvnSYAAnY/s1600-h/DSCN0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkmxH7HWDjI/AAAAAAAAACA/SGwvnSYAAnY/s320/DSCN0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353004381792243250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;essa mania de ser intenso, até mesmo qndo sou blase... essa mania de achar q tudo vai dar errado para que tudo de certo mais rapido, essa mania de acreditar nas pessoas e não me surpreender quando me decepcionam... essa mania de ser impaciente, enquanto o mundo espera!!!!! essa mania de errar, para quebrar a monotonia, essa mania de acertar, para também quebrar a monotonia... essa mania de esperar...  esperar... fazendo mil coisas!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;essa mania de querer sempre mais, mesmo sem nada mais a querer... essa mania de sentir saudades, enquanto me divirto!&lt;br /&gt;essa mania de silenciar querendo gritar... essa mania de beijar!!!&lt;br /&gt;essa mania de buscar a felicidade sendo cada dia mais feliz!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-8651671749474212935?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8651671749474212935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/apenas-essa-mania-que-ainda-e-forte-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8651671749474212935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8651671749474212935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/apenas-essa-mania-que-ainda-e-forte-e.html' title='apenas essa mania que ainda é forte e minha...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkmxH7HWDjI/AAAAAAAAACA/SGwvnSYAAnY/s72-c/DSCN0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-7815018390427751603</id><published>2009-06-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:35:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pop's king!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkgaX5HRnBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GGiCgVcyz-k/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_-_black_or_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkgaX5HRnBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GGiCgVcyz-k/s320/Michael_Jackson_-_black_or_white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352557154900483090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your butt is mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you right&lt;br /&gt;Just show your face&lt;br /&gt;In broad daylight&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;On how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hurt your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't shoot to kill&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Lay it on me&lt;br /&gt;All right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you&lt;br /&gt;On count of three&lt;br /&gt;To show your stuff&lt;br /&gt;Or let it be...&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;Just watch your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I know your game&lt;br /&gt;What you're about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say the sky's the limit&lt;br /&gt;And to me that's really true&lt;br /&gt;But my friend you have seen nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Just wait 'til I get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm bad, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you know.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world has to answer right now&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you once again,&lt;br /&gt;Who's bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-7815018390427751603?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7815018390427751603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pops-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7815018390427751603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7815018390427751603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pops-king.html' title='pop&apos;s king!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkgaX5HRnBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GGiCgVcyz-k/s72-c/Michael_Jackson_-_black_or_white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-7443466407241904874</id><published>2009-06-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:32:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abalados na balada PARTE 1</title><content type='html'>já que magda citou algumas poucas perolas nossas "abalados na balada" resolvi colocar mais algumas q provavelmente pouca gente vai entender...&lt;br /&gt;6 da manhã toca o telefone: 'oi vó do filipe, por acaso minha bolsa ta ai? não? PERDI MINHA VH!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;camarote da diesel 'to louco do meu....'&lt;br /&gt;fuga de festa chata... com as bebidas, claro!&lt;br /&gt;vestido 24 horas&lt;br /&gt;'vamo amigo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;'tem alguma coisa no meu olho??????? tem!!!!! então vamos embora tirar!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;'cade a paula? ai...'&lt;br /&gt;mãe magda do baraoxum e pai filipinho do babalorixá&lt;br /&gt;desaforos no fiestinha&lt;br /&gt;'filipe, ele acha que eu sou um travesti!'&lt;br /&gt;'eu te odeio, tu és uma vagabunda!'&lt;br /&gt;'EU não disse isso!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim, essa é a parte 1... me ajuda magda, tu sabes q depois do chá que me deram as memorias ficaram meio embaralhadas ehhehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-7443466407241904874?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7443466407241904874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/abalados-na-balada-parte-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7443466407241904874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/7443466407241904874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/abalados-na-balada-parte-1.html' title='abalados na balada PARTE 1'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-1697676180727886975</id><published>2009-06-23T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:51:19.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkEudebjIfI/AAAAAAAAABw/tF7rWsbwlBc/s1600-h/Balada%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkEudebjIfI/AAAAAAAAABw/tF7rWsbwlBc/s320/Balada%5B7%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350608916212556274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eai quando tudo da errado ou sai totalmente do controle, quando todos os sentimentos possiveis percorrem o corpo numa fração de segundo sem restar energia nem pra respirar, a gente pensa: CHEGA!!!!!!!!! preciso beber, quero uma balada!!!!! mas qual???? qualquer uma!!!!! só preciso me jogar na pista e no copo!&lt;br /&gt;achando q passa.... q nada! achando que é apenas vc, a musica e o long island ice tea... claro que não! doce ilusão! na frente o passado recente, na cabeça o passado que nunca existiu!&lt;br /&gt;puta que pariu!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mistura, pede uma caipivodka... outra, e outra... fala o que não deve, perde o juizo, a vergonha, a dignidade... diz que não disse, faz que não fez... ai acabou né! vai no fundo do poço achando q a samara esta la pra te abraçar, pelo menos ela... ahahahahah! nem ela aguenta essa barra, esta sozinho mesmo!! então só resta uma coisa a fazer! entra no taxi e vai pra casa honey... pode vomitar no caminho???????? ta, pode! mas abre o vidro, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;encerrou o ciclo! deu! agora segue a vida como sempre foi, vai trabalhar, vai se divertir, vai ser feliz, vai viver!!!! outra semana dessas só daqui, no minimo, seis meses!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-1697676180727886975?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1697676180727886975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/eai-quando-tudo-da-errado-ou-sai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/1697676180727886975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/1697676180727886975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/eai-quando-tudo-da-errado-ou-sai.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SkEudebjIfI/AAAAAAAAABw/tF7rWsbwlBc/s72-c/Balada%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-2768754466909325913</id><published>2009-06-20T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:56:50.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My head gets so confused!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Sj1a_cB8-4I/AAAAAAAAABo/6xNPr1km2GA/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Sj1a_cB8-4I/AAAAAAAAABo/6xNPr1km2GA/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349531978288659330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-2768754466909325913?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2768754466909325913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-head-gets-so-confused.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/2768754466909325913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/2768754466909325913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-head-gets-so-confused.html' title='My head gets so confused!!!!!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/Sj1a_cB8-4I/AAAAAAAAABo/6xNPr1km2GA/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-706049644478023147</id><published>2009-06-17T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:38:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ninguem disse q seria facil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SjlRLvADWOI/AAAAAAAAABg/DPxBnwkq5Iw/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7a_chorando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SjlRLvADWOI/AAAAAAAAABg/DPxBnwkq5Iw/s320/crian%C3%A7a_chorando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348395294516271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é facil dormir só... não é facil ter uma novidade e não ter a quem contar, partilhar as alegrias! não é facil ficar longe de quem se ama, e chorar sem abraço no final p acalmar é menos facil ainda... da vontade de chorar mais!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;não choro por falta de amor, pois sei q sou muito amado pelas pessoas q amo, mas esse amor, só as vezes, podia estar mais perto para q eu pudesse tocar, sentir. tentar parecer forte o tempo inteiro é bem cansativo... decidi parar com isso! estou aqui me expondo sim, mostrando ao mundo q estou triste, carente, sozinho... que preciso do apoio e da aprovação de quem amo, e que não sou tão auto suficiente quanto achei q fosse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATENÇÃO PESSOAS QUE AMO: ME ABRAÇEM!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-706049644478023147?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/706049644478023147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ninguem-disse-q-seria-facil.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/706049644478023147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/706049644478023147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ninguem-disse-q-seria-facil.html' title='ninguem disse q seria facil!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SjlRLvADWOI/AAAAAAAAABg/DPxBnwkq5Iw/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a_chorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-893915787815551356</id><published>2009-06-12T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:22:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para quem ama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;"Perguntei a um sábio,&lt;br /&gt;a diferença que havia&lt;br /&gt;entre amor e amizade,&lt;br /&gt;ele me disse essa verdade...&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos dá asas,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;br /&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;br /&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é plantado&lt;br /&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;br /&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida&lt;br /&gt;companheira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;br /&gt;ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;br /&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;br /&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem um amigo&lt;br /&gt;ou uma grande paixão,&lt;br /&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;br /&gt;dentro do seu coração."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_Shakespeare/" class="autor"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-893915787815551356?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/893915787815551356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-quem-ama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/893915787815551356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/893915787815551356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-quem-ama.html' title='para quem ama...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-198574424685937070</id><published>2009-06-10T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:28:31.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>santa tereza!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SjAXPNnyiFI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fw-wuK6bLkA/s1600-h/mapa_santa_teresa_baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SjAXPNnyiFI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fw-wuK6bLkA/s320/mapa_santa_teresa_baixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345798307810805842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-198574424685937070?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/198574424685937070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SjAXPNnyiFI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fw-wuK6bLkA/s72-c/mapa_santa_teresa_baixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-8099929973269453429</id><published>2009-06-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:44:16.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vinicius de moraes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Soneto do amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enfim, depois de tanto erro passado&lt;br /&gt;Tantas retaliações, tanto perigo&lt;br /&gt;Eis que ressurge noutro o velho amigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perdido, sempre reencontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentá-lo novamente ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos que contêm o olhar antigo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre comigo um pouco atribulado&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre singular comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho igual a mim, simples e humano&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo se mover e comover&lt;br /&gt;E a disfarçar com o meu próprio engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica&lt;br /&gt;Que só se vai ao ver outro nascer&lt;br /&gt;E o espelho de minha alma multiplica..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;para todos os meus amigos q estão dentro do meu coração mais do que nunca!!!!!!!! cada um me traduz uma parte... encontro meu eu em cada um deles... meu sarcasmo em um, meu humor em outro... minhas lagrimas junto com as dela... meus gestos tais como os dele... enfim, aprendi e aprendo com todos, e também passo um pouco do que sei, do que aprendi, do que vivi... com cada um uma historia, uma aventura, um sorriso, uma cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Nem você, dona distancia, muito menos a senhora, dona saudade, farão com que isso se acabe!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-8099929973269453429?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8099929973269453429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/vinicius-de-moraes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8099929973269453429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/8099929973269453429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/vinicius-de-moraes.html' title='vinicius de moraes'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-35176638738231768</id><published>2009-06-07T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:01:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sejamos felizes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SiyLcFwiwlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XwOKQea0ZGc/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SiyLcFwiwlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XwOKQea0ZGc/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344800172480315986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... e que o amor e o respeito se tornem comuns e caminhem sempre juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-35176638738231768?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/35176638738231768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sejamos-felizes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/35176638738231768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/35176638738231768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sejamos-felizes.html' title='sejamos felizes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/SiyLcFwiwlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XwOKQea0ZGc/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-1769696014670441789</id><published>2009-06-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:23:49.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirraça...</title><content type='html'>"Passa o tempo sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Quando não penso nas horas&lt;br /&gt;Os ponteiros do relógio&lt;br /&gt;Fazem voltas se não olho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando acendo o fogo&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer um café&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Pra água ferver&lt;br /&gt;Parece nunca acabar, espera sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:04; 06:05; 06:05; 06:05&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o apito da chaleira&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Parar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pirraça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando à tarde no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;Os ponteiros do relógio&lt;br /&gt;Só me dão o tique-taque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu encontro os amigos&lt;br /&gt;Para tomar um café&lt;br /&gt;A rapidez que não tinha&lt;br /&gt;Sem disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Parece brincadeirinha&lt;br /&gt;Pega-pega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando paro que olho as horas&lt;br /&gt;Para o tempo que me olha&lt;br /&gt;E espero ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;Vou comendo a casa&lt;br /&gt;Paçoca, suspiro, cocada, jujuba&lt;br /&gt;Quindim, bombom, churros, bomba&lt;br /&gt;Paçoca, suspiro, cocada, jujuba&lt;br /&gt;Quindim, bombom, churros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vejo o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Parar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pirraça"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-1769696014670441789?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1769696014670441789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pirraca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/1769696014670441789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/1769696014670441789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pirraca.html' title='Pirraça...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-854739423977375370</id><published>2009-06-05T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:38:37.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu que não sei nada de blog...</title><content type='html'>eu que não sei nada de blog resolvi agora, depois de muito tempo, criar um... mas ja vou logo avisando: nada aqui sera padronizado. as vezes vou escrever coisas sem sentido, vou escrever coisas legais, vou escrever coisas futeis, pensamentos alheios, pensamentos meus, desabafos...&lt;br /&gt;muitos nem serão lidos mas não importa!!!!! ate posso passar um tempo sem escrever! alias, bem meu tipo fazer isso, só pra gerar saudades eheh.. bem... nada mais a dizer então... enjoy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-854739423977375370?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/854739423977375370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-que-nao-sei-nada-de-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/854739423977375370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334418028730882509/posts/default/854739423977375370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-que-nao-sei-nada-de-blog.html' title='eu que não sei nada de blog...'/><author><name>Filipe.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15108768477848184708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7Ibi-JtYI8/TMZH6USI9_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANFRAf6g5BM/S220/DSC01711-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334418028730882509.post-8655718348066066928</id><published>2009-06-04T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:39:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>primeira postagem!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Eu triste sou calado&lt;br /&gt;Eu bravo sou estúpido&lt;br /&gt;Eu lúcido sou chato&lt;br /&gt;Eu gato sou esperto&lt;br /&gt;Eu cego sou vidente&lt;br /&gt;Eu carente sou insano&lt;br /&gt;Eu malandro sou fresco&lt;br /&gt;Eu seco sou vazio&lt;br /&gt;Eu frio sou distante&lt;br /&gt;Eu quente sou oleoso&lt;br /&gt;Eu prosa sou tantos&lt;br /&gt;Eu santo sou gelado&lt;br /&gt;Eu salgado sou cru&lt;br /&gt;Eu puro sou tentado&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentado sou alto&lt;br /&gt;Eu jovem sou "donzelo"&lt;br /&gt;Eu belo sou fútil&lt;br /&gt;Eu útil sou bom&lt;br /&gt;Eu à toa sou teu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me... sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334418028730882509-8655718348066066928?l=itsmesometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmesometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8655718348066066928/comments/default' 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