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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2350316122250370435</id><published>2012-01-15T01:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:47:07.691-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me encontro em seu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tá difícil não pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo triste e decepcionada&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lembro do seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe te perder&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando colocar minha cabeça em ordem&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o que passou e recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Nós temos nossas vidas separadas&lt;br /&gt;Mas temos algo juntos&lt;br /&gt;Que só quando estamos juntos sabemos o que é&lt;br /&gt;É algo tão forte que sobreviveu por tempos dentro da gente&lt;br /&gt;E agora por medo pode ser jogado tudo para o alto&lt;br /&gt;E se perder pelo mundo, mudando a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser que estou com ódio...sim, estou!&lt;br /&gt;Estou com ódio desse seu medo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu correria por todos esses estados que nos separa&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder chegar até você e ter o seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;E olhar nos seus olhos novamente pra sentir o que a gente sente quando estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho medo!&lt;br /&gt;Só quero te dar tudo que eu sempre quis em meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Ter de você o seu sorriso quando canta me olhando.....&lt;br /&gt;E nossos olhares..nossos olhares...eles sempre disseram pela gente...&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tristes agora, mas não deixe de me olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu enfrento o mundo, mas não deixe de me olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando você deixa de me olhar eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;Por isso continue me olhando e nunca deixe de me olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2350316122250370435?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2350316122250370435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2350316122250370435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-encontro-em-seu-olhar.html' title='Me encontro em seu olhar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-9031294207087934519</id><published>2012-01-05T01:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:56:39.108-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim não posso não</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Lembrar de você me bate um sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me faz pensar em todo esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Que o destino nos separou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me faz sentir em todo o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Que o meu sorriso é o lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Da saudade que me deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Depois de um tempo, você vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me agrada a qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mal fica e vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;E mexe com o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Você não sabe, mas vai ficar sabendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Que eu estou te querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;E que ficar assim não posso não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ou você me assume agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ou pegue tudo e vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mas deixe o meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;E se ficar, serei sua a toda hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Num instante e nem demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Pra acabar com a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-9031294207087934519?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/9031294207087934519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/9031294207087934519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2012/01/assim-nao-posso-nao.html' title='Assim não posso não'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1581527711345929349</id><published>2011-12-27T02:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T02:15:45.167-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossos Olhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lembro bem daquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos dançando ao som da banda&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhamos&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos amigos, mas nossos olhares queriam mais&lt;br /&gt;Os anos foram se passando&lt;br /&gt;E as vezes que nos encontrávamos eram só olhares&lt;br /&gt;Faltava coragem, faltava momento, faltava ser apenas você e eu&lt;br /&gt;Depois de três anos o destino nos coloca no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhares ainda eram os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Mas nosso beijo, nosso toque, é que eram novos, eram únicos!&lt;br /&gt;Era nosso, era nosso momento, de tudo que estava guardado dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que é o tempo, o que é felicidade, o que é esperar...&lt;br /&gt;O que é a distancia se eu sei onde está o meu olhar, o seu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1581527711345929349?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1581527711345929349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1581527711345929349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/12/olhares.html' title='Nossos Olhares'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-157953569800280412</id><published>2011-09-19T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:10:08.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Eu olhava pra o horizonte e imaginava quando você iria aparecer&lt;div&gt;E então uma onda me trouxe um presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram bons momentos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre carinhos e beijos que eu me apaixonei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é fácil esquecer tudo que passamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como dançar olhando nos seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginar o quanto você era perfeito, até demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que não é justo você ir embora assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas manhãs envolta em seus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sentir sua pele na minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo ficou tão vazio e triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que só me restou a madrugada de insônia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje tento entender porque tudo acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tive chances de dizer nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas ouvir respostas sem perguntas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho para o horizonte novamente atrás esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedindo força e paciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a onda novamente virá, pra que eu entenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso apenas ter fé e sabedoria para esperar&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;&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/6164603033378019737-157953569800280412?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/157953569800280412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/157953569800280412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/09/horizonte.html' title='Horizonte'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5762650648745173163</id><published>2011-08-30T22:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:29:42.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura, amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Amar loucamente, mente louca de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que viaja ao espaço, num simples abraço&lt;br /&gt;Acende o fogo, espalha as chamas e incendeia a alma&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia a pele, me toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se o simples desejo fosse querer-te&lt;br /&gt;Mas amo, e sem escolhas fujo pra dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me perdendo em pensamentos loucos&lt;br /&gt;Que me sufoco, me revolto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a cada espera, a ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;A esperança que exprime os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando a hora de amar loucamente&lt;br /&gt;E me entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5762650648745173163?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5762650648745173163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5762650648745173163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/08/amar-loucamente-mente-louca-de-amor-que.html' title='Loucura, amor'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5344430093881691415</id><published>2011-08-21T23:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:38:05.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Seria tão bom gostar de alguém e esse alguém gostar de você&lt;br /&gt;Você querer estar com a pessoa e ela querer também estar com você&lt;br /&gt;Viver apenas o presente sem deixar o passado interferir&lt;br /&gt;Respeitar os momentos solitários, porém se esforçar pra ficar melhor&lt;br /&gt;Ver a pessoa como única sem comparar com as outras&lt;br /&gt;Dar a chance de ser feliz, pois somos únicos.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um eterno conhecimento, pois temos experiências a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Se permitir, só assim vamos saber o que poderíamos ter perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Porém sempre ganhamos de uma certa forma.&lt;br /&gt;Então vivamos o hoje com cumplicidade e respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vida não se leva nada&lt;br /&gt;Então se temos a escolha pra sermos felizes, por que não sermos?&lt;br /&gt;E é o que eu escolho&lt;br /&gt;SER FELIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5344430093881691415?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5344430093881691415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5344430093881691415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-feliz.html' title='Escolha'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8862733769250912177</id><published>2011-08-21T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:57:28.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resgatando aquele Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;O meu coração vazio estava&lt;br /&gt;Até você aparecer com seu blues&lt;br /&gt;Me tocou a alma e pintou meu céu de azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloriu a minha alma a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Com aquela canção que tocava&lt;br /&gt;Embalando nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Num prazer, uma linda alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em algum momento não houve harmonia&lt;br /&gt;As notas se perderam me deixando vazia&lt;br /&gt;Será que não haverá mais nenhuma dança?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe você ainda consiga tocar aquela canção&lt;br /&gt;Consiga me tocar com seu carinho e sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;Onde foram esses momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Se perderam, e eu não acho uma razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um novo blues&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova dança trazendo você apenas pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Resgatando alguns passos&lt;br /&gt;E me fazendo sua, numa história sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8862733769250912177?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8862733769250912177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8862733769250912177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/08/resgatando-aquele-blues.html' title='Resgatando aquele Blues'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5793928577846944122</id><published>2011-08-21T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:33:37.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim é ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Você escolhe e sai...&lt;br /&gt;Você decidi e sai...&lt;br /&gt;Você diz e sai...&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu me encaixo?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas no seu momento de prazer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolho, não dá!&lt;br /&gt;Eu decido, não pode!&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo, to cansado!&lt;br /&gt;Eu to cansada!&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu sou importante?&lt;br /&gt;Ceder é estar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, se não cedermos, não teremos!&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de você&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de mim&lt;br /&gt;Assim é ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5793928577846944122?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5793928577846944122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5793928577846944122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/08/assim-e-ser-feliz.html' title='Assim é ser feliz'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3010780422247713300</id><published>2011-06-02T01:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:28:17.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma diferença entre nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Existe uma diferença entre nós &lt;br /&gt;Você gosta de doces e flores&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto mais do azul do céu&lt;br /&gt;E poder vê-lo todos os dias ao levantar&lt;br /&gt;Das longas noites que me trazem o dia&lt;br /&gt;E te ver acordar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Existe uma diferença entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Você gosta do sol&lt;br /&gt;E eu apenas do céu e das nuvens que flutuam&lt;br /&gt;E nada é mais romântico&lt;br /&gt;Que essa nossa diferença e o meu amor por você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;E eu gosto mais do azul do céu&lt;br /&gt;E das estrelas nele nas longas noites que aguardo&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma diferença entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Você gosta do sol que está no céu que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o momento do nosso romance&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma diferença entre nós&lt;br /&gt;E essa diferença é você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/06/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3010780422247713300?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3010780422247713300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3010780422247713300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-diferenca-entre-nos.html' title='Uma diferença entre nós'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8022767539031484182</id><published>2011-06-02T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:02:19.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelas ruas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A noite estava fria&lt;br /&gt;E eu só pensava no que faria&lt;br /&gt;Ficar em casa não seria a melhor opção&lt;br /&gt;Sair pelas ruas e encontrar alguém &lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja uma solução&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Num pub paro pra uma bebida&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas dançam a uma linda melodia&lt;br /&gt;Fico a observar apenas&lt;br /&gt;Uma constante emoção &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Penso no que procuro aqui&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro respostas&lt;br /&gt;Volto a caminhar pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;E de repente te encontro por aí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sozinha, com seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Passos perdidos pela rua...&lt;br /&gt;Venha cá e se acomode&lt;br /&gt;Aqui você estará segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;02/06/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8022767539031484182?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8022767539031484182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8022767539031484182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/06/pelas-ruas.html' title='Pelas ruas'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3298824409885795351</id><published>2011-05-14T01:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:25:35.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria e Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sabe aquele dia que o sol não quis aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Ele estava escondendo a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;E atrás das nuvens pra deixar o dia cinza&lt;br /&gt;Era pra mostrar a minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E a hora que o céu me mandou a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Vieram às lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E todos os raios que caiam &lt;br /&gt;Era uma dor em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Então percebi que uma ventania se aproximava&lt;br /&gt;E levava com ela toda minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Limpando toda mágoa&lt;br /&gt;E para minha surpresa &lt;br /&gt;O Sol apareceu irradiante &lt;br /&gt;Me dando de presente um belo arco-íris &lt;br /&gt;Pincelando a minha vida de alegria &lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo isso era para me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Que há momento pra tudo na vida&lt;br /&gt;E que mesmo a tristeza deve ser vivida&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela faz parte da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Porque depois da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;O arco-íris estará lá nos esperando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;14/05/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3298824409885795351?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3298824409885795351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3298824409885795351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/05/alegria-e-tristeza.html' title='Alegria e Tristeza'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-4954054344560918655</id><published>2011-05-14T00:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:43:25.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia sonhei o que eu queria ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; E nesse dia planejei como seria&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei, busquei e persisti&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei obstáculos que me fez pensar muito&lt;br /&gt;Pensei se estava fazendo a coisa certa&lt;br /&gt;Pois os obstáculos pareciam ser maiores do que minha força&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu descobri o tamanho da minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;E vi o quanto eu era forte para enfrentá-los&lt;br /&gt;E desde então, eu persisti ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;E ao invés de caminhar em busca do meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Eu corri, corri e corri por todos os caminhos que eu avistava&lt;br /&gt;Me perdendo muitas vezes &lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu tenho a certeza que estou no caminho certo&lt;br /&gt;E por isso meus passos são mais lentos&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu saiba a onde eu estou pisando &lt;br /&gt;Me sentindo segura de que chegarei até o fim &lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha vontade e o meu sonho me fazem acreditar&lt;br /&gt;De que tudo que eu quero, está nesse percurso&lt;br /&gt;Pois o fim será apenas a recompensa &lt;br /&gt;De que eu estou fazendo a coisa certa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;14/05/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-4954054344560918655?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4954054344560918655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4954054344560918655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/05/caminhando.html' title='Caminhando'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-602579642196812694</id><published>2011-05-13T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:34:12.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rompimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu vejo lágrimas em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que afogam meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Espalhando em mim a angustia&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento pela impotência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O corpo esparramado pela cama&lt;br /&gt;No vazio, o silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;O choro compulsivo, a dor&lt;br /&gt;O medo e a insegurança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Laço desfeito, acabado!&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças que atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Despertando momentos&lt;br /&gt;Que agora, já não existe mais. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;13/05/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-602579642196812694?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/602579642196812694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/602579642196812694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/05/rompimento.html' title='Rompimento'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-6290539936713872204</id><published>2011-05-09T00:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:18:34.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E você se vai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje eu vi você andando pela rua distraído e solitário.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei te chamar mas, você não pôde me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Seus passos eram largos e você não podia me avistar&lt;br /&gt;Corro até você mas não consigo te alcançar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E você se vai&lt;br /&gt;Ausência me traz&lt;br /&gt;E você se vai&lt;br /&gt;E a ausência me traz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Volto para casa penso no que estaria acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;Tentei telefonar várias vezes, mas você não atendeu nenhuma vez&lt;br /&gt;Você foi tão importante, não sabe o bem que me fez&lt;br /&gt;Continuei te ligando, mas você não atendeu nenhuma vez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E você se vai&lt;br /&gt;Ausência me traz&lt;br /&gt;E você se vai&lt;br /&gt;E a ausência me traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; Espero que você atenda nem que seja a ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você escute que eu sempre te amei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E você se vai&lt;br /&gt;Ausência me traz&lt;br /&gt;E você se vai&lt;br /&gt;E a ausência me traz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E você se vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;08/05/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-6290539936713872204?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6290539936713872204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6290539936713872204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-voce-se-vai.html' title='E você se vai'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-579324766488388654</id><published>2011-05-03T01:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:36:50.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor sem amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu queria amar, mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Queria conhecer melhor o amor&lt;br /&gt;Aprender com esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;O que acontece comigo&lt;br /&gt;Amar e se sentir amada&lt;br /&gt;Puro e sincero&lt;br /&gt;Sem se sentir cobrada&lt;br /&gt;Mas amar não é para mim&lt;br /&gt;E sem amor é uma história sem fim &lt;br /&gt;Amor sem amar&lt;br /&gt;Amar ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Cantar uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Até as estrelas tocar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem amar&lt;br /&gt;O amor vive pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora ele me encontra&lt;br /&gt;E essa história eu irei terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;03/05/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-579324766488388654?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/579324766488388654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/579324766488388654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-sem-amar.html' title='Amor sem amar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-7857334698382916968</id><published>2011-05-03T00:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:46:39.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E por mais que eu queira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sei que deve ser o fim&lt;br /&gt;E o amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;Ele se foi sem retornar&lt;br /&gt;É assim, com toda dor&lt;br /&gt;Que segue pelo mundo, perdendo a cor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi sem me dar uma chance&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi e me deixou aqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sem você, que não sai de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que me chama em sonhos, toda noite&lt;br /&gt;Que me arrepia&lt;br /&gt;Aquecendo o vazio em mim, mais uma vez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi sem me dar uma chance&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi e nem ligou&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu queira&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi sem me olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sei que agora é o fim&lt;br /&gt;E o amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;Ele se foi sem retornar&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;03/05/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-7857334698382916968?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7857334698382916968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7857334698382916968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-por-mais-que-eu-queira.html' title='E por mais que eu queira'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8631961275276632720</id><published>2011-04-28T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:07:05.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Alma quieta, tranqüila e serena&lt;br /&gt;Doce sabor envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Singelo e puro coração &lt;br /&gt;Sem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseios de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Leve e solto&lt;br /&gt;Vagante na memória&lt;br /&gt;O carinho, o alento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No som um sol&lt;br /&gt;Num canto em dó&lt;br /&gt;Que faz em si&lt;br /&gt;A vida em mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevando a sensação&lt;br /&gt;Do meu corpo em movimento&lt;br /&gt;Balançando de um lado a outro&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/04/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8631961275276632720?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8631961275276632720'/><link 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line-height: 14px;"&gt;"Vejo as coisas acontecerem em pequenas doses, sentindo o pulsar acelerado e presenciando a ansiedade da espera do futuro próximo que aos goles saboreio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SMGMGaPE1U/Ta0OglqQI4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/5KnFmfjhyB8/s1600/041211195122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SMGMGaPE1U/Ta0OglqQI4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/5KnFmfjhyB8/s320/041211195122.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎"céu estrelado, noite enluarada, pensamentos soltos... não sei lhe dar com o momento e nem com o futuro, sigo leve pelo caminho em que apenas a poesia se torna o meu rumo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-275045739817308761?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/275045739817308761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/275045739817308761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9SMGMGaPE1U/Ta0OglqQI4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/5KnFmfjhyB8/s72-c/041211195122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-6752814762487832272</id><published>2011-04-19T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:21:06.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Luz do Luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu já te vi algumas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Mas só agora tivemos uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Foi preciso o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;E nesse outono eu te encontrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Foi assim; você chegou&lt;br /&gt;E no meu rosto não pude segurar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso sem graça você despertou&lt;br /&gt;E olhando nos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Um segredo tentei decifrar &lt;br /&gt;Eu quis sentir seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu calor, poder te abraçar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Então você chegou&lt;br /&gt;E no meu rosto não pude segurar&lt;br /&gt;A noite estava linda&lt;br /&gt;E nossas almas dançavam a luz do luar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O destino nos deu uma chance&lt;br /&gt;E o que será daqui em diante?&lt;br /&gt;Só nos resta esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As suas palavras de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Não me saem da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou deixar meu coração aberto&lt;br /&gt;Pra você chegar &lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar meu coração aberto pra você entrar&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o destino nos deu uma chance&lt;br /&gt;E o que será daqui em diante?&lt;br /&gt;Só nos resta esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;19/04/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-6752814762487832272?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6752814762487832272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6752814762487832272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/luz-do-luar.html' title='A Luz do Luar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8377710554615308297</id><published>2011-04-14T01:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:44:00.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Nas flores que eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhares a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Na poesia que eu leio&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor alheio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na canção que eu escuto&lt;br /&gt;Amor de adulto&lt;br /&gt;Na criança brincando&lt;br /&gt;Ou do velho sonhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está por toda parte&lt;br /&gt;Na casa e no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Na escola e na rua&lt;br /&gt;Nas estrelas e na lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seu bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Na sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os sorrisos &lt;br /&gt;Que contagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está até no seu choro&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza e na dor&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Está o amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8377710554615308297?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8377710554615308297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8377710554615308297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-7549120473192351711</id><published>2011-04-14T01:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:15:55.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Contei estrelas pra ganhar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Admirei a lua esperando uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Até sai pelas ruas cantando &lt;br /&gt;Mas de que adiantou?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pedi ajuda aos céus&lt;br /&gt;Até carona numa nuvem eu peguei&lt;br /&gt;Fui até o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Mas só anjos encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentei, levantei e esperei&lt;br /&gt;Mas sua promessa não adiantou nada&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;Pois o meu futuro eu já encomendei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora ta enterrado suas promessas&lt;br /&gt;Mandei queimar no fogo do inferno&lt;br /&gt;Todas aquelas conversas&lt;br /&gt;Pra você saber o que te espera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/04/2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-7549120473192351711?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7549120473192351711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7549120473192351711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/esperei.html' title='Esperei'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-6500665913223668997</id><published>2011-04-14T00:39:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:44:05.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Era pra ser esse o momento&lt;br /&gt;Depois de vários encontros&lt;br /&gt;Só agora pudemos conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol brilhava todas as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não tinha o seu brilho&lt;br /&gt;As noites quentes não aquecia meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Então você chegou e me estendeu à mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha e me faça feliz&lt;br /&gt;Me dê o seu amor e me abrace forte &lt;br /&gt;Me beije até o sol nascer &lt;br /&gt;E que os nossos corpos estejam unidos até o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Tanto tempo longe &lt;br /&gt;Só quero sentir suas mãos no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos na minha pele me acariciando &lt;br /&gt;Nossos beijos e você me amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que você chegou&lt;br /&gt;Que seja pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eterno amor &lt;br /&gt;Eterno amor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;14/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-6500665913223668997?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6500665913223668997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6500665913223668997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/eterno-amor.html' title='Eterno amor'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1640699249881595768</id><published>2011-04-12T00:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:23:03.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um sonho'/><title type='text'>Um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Quando chega a noite, vêm junto à solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Todos meus pensamentos, ficam em vão&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia estar por aí, mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Então vou esperando e seguindo &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sonhando e pedindo por um dia azul&lt;br /&gt;Onde o homem possa amar e viver como num show&lt;br /&gt;Possa cantar e gritar para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que teve um dia, um dia incomum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos os momentos que passar, será um show&lt;br /&gt;Onde a canção é simples e sabemos a letra &lt;br /&gt;Eu quero amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero amar, e dizer num segundo&lt;br /&gt;Que o dia foi lindo, como o azul do mar&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu pude ver que tudo que pedimos com amor&lt;br /&gt;Recebemos do universo uma troca de favor&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando, disfarçando a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite vazia, esfria meu coração&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu só queria que todos soubessem, que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo azul, tem noites de solidão&lt;br /&gt;E que os sonhos, são pedidos que fazemos &lt;br /&gt;Procurando o amor e a letra certa da canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1640699249881595768?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1640699249881595768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1640699249881595768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-sonho.html' title='Um sonho'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5736410286504071942</id><published>2011-04-05T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:02:13.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou mais São Luiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Casinhas e Casarões&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flores, Cores e multidões&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É em São Luiz que nascem cantores&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artistas e artesãos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre bebidas e comidas típicas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contam-se histórias que viram canção&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De uma terra crente mais cheia de superstição&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5736410286504071942?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5736410286504071942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5736410286504071942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/sou-mais-sao-luiz.html' title='Sou mais São Luiz'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8768580863390283389</id><published>2011-04-05T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:01:09.848-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Querer'/><title type='text'>Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero alguém que me toque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero alguém que me toque o coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém que vá além das emoções&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém que cante uma canção&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De puro sentimento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que seja um alento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nessa infinita escuridão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8768580863390283389?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8768580863390283389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8768580863390283389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2011/04/querer.html' title='Querer'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1972569235560712536</id><published>2010-12-01T22:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:38:24.046-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor</title><content type='html'>Flor, que plantada em seu ventre anunciou&lt;div&gt;Esperança, alegria e amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cresce a cada dia a mais linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mais pura, esperada e desejada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa querida Flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brota tua beleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua chegada é esperada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada noite enluarada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floresça em nosso campo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ficará mais belo com sua presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu perfume e seu encanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01/12/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1972569235560712536?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1972569235560712536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1972569235560712536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/12/flor.html' title='Flor'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2700773680706735657</id><published>2010-11-28T17:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:17:04.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma só alma, um só corpo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sei que me queres e por isso sou tua&lt;br /&gt;Entrego a ti o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que me entregas o seu&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é puro&lt;br /&gt;Tão belo e sereno&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, apenas um dia!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos, olhares, abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Nada além...&lt;br /&gt;Uma certeza que não sabemos de onde vem&lt;br /&gt;Mais sentimos o quanto nos queremos&lt;br /&gt;O quanto a presença do outro faz falta&lt;br /&gt;Metade de mim está em você&lt;br /&gt;E metade de você está em mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque juntos somos uma só alma&lt;br /&gt;Juntos somos um só corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;28/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2700773680706735657?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2700773680706735657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2700773680706735657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-so-alma-um-so-corpo.html' title='Uma só alma, um só corpo!'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8162472932072070604</id><published>2010-11-22T17:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:22:25.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Musico</title><content type='html'>Cada nota é como um pulsar&lt;div&gt;A harmonia que movimenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa batida a acelerar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transmitir os sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em vários momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É despertar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vibração que contagia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada som a tocar, a cantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente ritmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente a musica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sai da alma de um ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iluminado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada som a tocar, a cantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O musico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tem a missão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De nos tocar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22/11/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8162472932072070604?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8162472932072070604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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discretos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muita música&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alegria e diversão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sempre ao meu lado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E todos na mesma descontração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Declarações que emocionou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;O sol que despertou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nossos olhares se encontraram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E você me beijou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queria voltar nesse dia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A memória ficou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você partiu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E saudade deixou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero pelo verão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra te ter de volta em meus braços&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te dar muitos beijos e abraços&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com muito amor e paixão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22/11/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8364735936741248569?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8364735936741248569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8364735936741248569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/11/meu-raio-de-sol.html' title='Meu raio de sol'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8671191015443093128</id><published>2010-11-21T12:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:52:45.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎"tudo que eu te digo não são apenas palavras, são pensamentos... são sentimentos disfarçados pela beleza que esconde o medo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TOktHhWMFPI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oIyqGkHASUk/s1600/149874_173909742635975_100000508508972_561494_930826_n12123456789.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542010423689876722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TOktHhWMFPI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oIyqGkHASUk/s320/149874_173909742635975_100000508508972_561494_930826_n12123456789.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 169px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8671191015443093128?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8671191015443093128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8671191015443093128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TOktHhWMFPI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oIyqGkHASUk/s72-c/149874_173909742635975_100000508508972_561494_930826_n12123456789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5497156459530573810</id><published>2010-11-13T08:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:04:08.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas e Raízes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho asas e raízes&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso florescer...&lt;br /&gt;Os lugares que percorro me renova&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando floresço, eu renasço!&lt;br /&gt;É tão dificíl escolher...&lt;br /&gt;Voar ou Florescer?&lt;br /&gt;Renovar ou Renascer?&lt;br /&gt;Mais a verdade, é que voar sozinha já ficou chato.&lt;br /&gt;E florescer, ao menos me faz ser notada.&lt;br /&gt;E então, eu não me sinto tão só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;07/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5497156459530573810?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5497156459530573810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5497156459530573810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/11/asas-e-raizes.html' title='Asas e Raízes'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8298301942434249335</id><published>2010-09-25T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:39:21.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotidiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pelo vão da porta vejo a rua&lt;br /&gt;Pelo vão da porta vejo o céu&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Resolvo escrever num pedaço de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos estão longe&lt;br /&gt;Em lugares onde não posso estar&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho a semana inteira&lt;br /&gt;Pra no fim de semana viajar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viajo toda sexta&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver a família, os amigos&lt;br /&gt;E tentar descansar&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo vem o domingo&lt;br /&gt;E tenho que voltar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moro em São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou de Jacareí&lt;br /&gt;Só sinto falta da terrinha&lt;br /&gt;Chamada São Luiz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;É lá que eu queria estar&lt;br /&gt;Mas como tenho que trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe num feriado&lt;br /&gt;Eu consigo ir ao menos passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;23/09/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8298301942434249335?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8298301942434249335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8298301942434249335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/09/cotidiano.html' title='Cotidiano'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-7542629413166478487</id><published>2010-09-19T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:07:28.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;A meia lua desta noite serena&lt;br /&gt;Segue os meus passos que não sei onde vai dar&lt;br /&gt;E ilumina a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Passos aflitos, acelerados&lt;br /&gt;Corro, não sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Fujo de todos, fujo de mim&lt;br /&gt;E num beco eu me deparo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo, onde estou?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas esquisitas me observam&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a luz? Já era pra ser dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda é noite!&lt;br /&gt;Só vejo a luz da lua que me guia&lt;br /&gt;E quando consigo sair desse beco&lt;br /&gt;Fujo de todos, fujo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Corro, mas não sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;E tenho medo, medo, medo...&lt;br /&gt;Passos aflitos, acelerados&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a luz? Já era pra ser dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda é noite!&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;12/09/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-7542629413166478487?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7542629413166478487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7542629413166478487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/09/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3888483525689535007</id><published>2010-09-10T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:30:07.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhares em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seus olhares em mim&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixa assim&lt;br /&gt;Meio sem graça, com um sorriso encabulado&lt;br /&gt;Rosto meio de lado&lt;br /&gt;O seu modo de falar&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mais sempre com respeito&lt;br /&gt;Me trata diferente&lt;br /&gt;Dando atenção&lt;br /&gt;Ou chamando a minha atenção&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhares em mim&lt;br /&gt;Parece dizer mil coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo traduzir&lt;br /&gt;Mas consigo sentir&lt;br /&gt;Se há um futuro meu com você&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei prever&lt;br /&gt;Mais sei que há uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;Para um amor acontecer&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero ver e viver&lt;br /&gt;Basta só você querer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10/09/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3888483525689535007?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3888483525689535007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3888483525689535007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/09/olhares-em-mim.html' title='Olhares em mim'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-954610560955667066</id><published>2010-09-10T23:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:23:43.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores e Amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;São as cores das mais belas flores&lt;br /&gt;Das tardes de sábado&lt;br /&gt;Que enfeita os amores&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;São campos floridos&lt;br /&gt;Amores vividos&lt;br /&gt;Momentos nunca esquecido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;São as rosas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando paixão&lt;br /&gt;E incendiando o coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amores como o meu&lt;br /&gt;Ou amores como o seu&lt;br /&gt;Não importa como seja, aconteceu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10/09/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-954610560955667066?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/954610560955667066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/954610560955667066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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amar e se entregar&lt;br /&gt;Um homem carinhoso&lt;br /&gt;Que seja especial&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que me deseje todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias querido, todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero alguém que me faça sentir especial&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres procuram um marido&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu procuro um companheiro&lt;br /&gt;Para me dar bom dia quando eu acordar&lt;br /&gt;Pra me olhar e desejar&lt;br /&gt;Procuro alguém que goste das coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;Que possa amar e se entregar&lt;br /&gt;E que me dê bom dia, baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;29/08/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-9060236154358345775?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/9060236154358345775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/9060236154358345775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/09/procura-se.html' title='Procura-se'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-374219248372101671</id><published>2010-08-29T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:45:11.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na poltrona</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pessoas seguindo para um destino&lt;br /&gt;E num mesmo percurso&lt;br /&gt;Algumas adormecem em suas poltronas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo então se aquieta&lt;br /&gt;As luzes se apagam&lt;br /&gt;E a viagem começa&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do inconsciente de cada um&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio predomina&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que se mantém acordadas&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem músicas, lêem um livro&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas ficam pensando na vida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;22/08/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-374219248372101671?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/374219248372101671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/374219248372101671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/08/na-poltrona.html' title='Na poltrona'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1957394930467755639</id><published>2010-08-29T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:38:30.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A cada acelerada&lt;br /&gt;O pulsar fica mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Entre carros por essa avenida&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que ainda estou longe&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo seu&lt;br /&gt;É um segundo meu&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho parece ser mais longo&lt;br /&gt;Obstáculos nessa quebrada&lt;br /&gt;Luzes dos faróis&lt;br /&gt;E o motor a arrancar&lt;br /&gt;Seja por onde eu passar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim ainda não acabou&lt;br /&gt;Entre ruas, avenidas e estradas&lt;br /&gt;Seja onde você estiver&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te encontrar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;22/08/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1957394930467755639?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1957394930467755639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1957394930467755639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-busca.html' title='Em Busca'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-207450582972483247</id><published>2010-07-18T18:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:56:42.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tudo pudesse ser diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O passado tem vindo em minha memória&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo teria feito tudo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje o dia não está bom&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando seguir em frente mais tem sido difícil&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas me lembram o passado&lt;br /&gt;Coisas me lembram o passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tenho que seguir&lt;br /&gt;As chances que eu tive já se foram&lt;br /&gt;Só queria que tudo tivesse sido diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo teria feito tudo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Eu só peço senhor por mais uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa continuar num caminho feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu ainda tenho alguma chance na vida&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que tudo acaba por aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo teria feito tudo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje o dia não está bom&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando seguir em frente mais tem sido difícil&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei mais pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Eu só peço senhor por mais uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa continuar num caminho feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-207450582972483247?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/207450582972483247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/207450582972483247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-tudo-pudesse-ser-diferente.html' title='Se tudo pudesse ser diferente'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1305138463501916872</id><published>2010-07-18T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:02:10.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TEMleYZxBiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/8LD9yBu0XNk/s1600/1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TEMleYZxBiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/8LD9yBu0XNk/s320/1234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495277174198961698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1305138463501916872?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1305138463501916872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1305138463501916872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TEMleYZxBiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/8LD9yBu0XNk/s72-c/1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5324675626707226985</id><published>2010-07-18T02:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:30:23.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de você ao meu lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Eu só preciso de uma oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;Pra trazer você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais ficar com intrigas bobas e já nem penso mais nisso&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sair pra jantar ou tomar um café&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar, vamos curtir essa noite linda que está fazendo&lt;br /&gt;Acho que precisamos de uma música, o que acha?&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ter você ao meu lado, senão de que adianta tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Escolha uma música que represente nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora é diferente&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o nosso destino e não vamos fugir dele&lt;br /&gt;E nada vai nos atrapalhar, agora temos uma música&lt;br /&gt;É pra valer, vamos dançar&lt;br /&gt;Só uma coisa não me traria você de volta&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vamos pensar nisso&lt;br /&gt;Será tudo diferente eu já te disse&lt;br /&gt;Vamos aproveitar o agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ter você ao meu lado, senão de que adianta tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Escolha uma música que represente nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora é diferente&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o nosso destino e não vamos fugir dele&lt;br /&gt;E nada vai nos atrapalhar, agora temos uma música&lt;br /&gt;É pra valer, vamos dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;18/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5324675626707226985?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5324675626707226985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5324675626707226985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/preciso-de-voce-ao-meu-lado.html' title='Preciso de você ao meu lado'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-508208148315204721</id><published>2010-07-18T00:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:46:58.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Às vezes eu acho que o amor é azul&lt;br /&gt;Em suas várias intensidades&lt;br /&gt;Um azul marinho nos dias de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Um azul bebê nos dias de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Mais o que importa a cor&lt;br /&gt;Isso é só mais um pretexto pra falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;E o que nós queremos é falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;O que nós queremos é um amor&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos em busca disso&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos em busca de um amor&lt;br /&gt;Podemos falar de várias coisas&lt;br /&gt;Mais não teria tanta graça&lt;br /&gt;Pois o mundo fica mais colorido quando amamos&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vamos falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver o amor&lt;br /&gt;Seja ele como for&lt;br /&gt;Ah... O amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;18/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-508208148315204721?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/508208148315204721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/508208148315204721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2775675766139373671</id><published>2010-07-18T00:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:25:13.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou até o fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vi pássaros na sua janela&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não estava lá&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei chamar, bati na porta&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não estava lá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Queria saber quando vou conseguir te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vou à porta da sua casa&lt;br /&gt;E fico na esperança de podermos conversar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ao menos te olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um dia desses vou-te ver entrando ou saindo&lt;br /&gt;E você não vai ter como escapar&lt;br /&gt;Você foge de mim e eu não entendo o porquê&lt;br /&gt;Escute ao menos o que tenho a dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não seja assim tão cruel comigo&lt;br /&gt;Você é muito importante pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Seja onde estiver eu vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Seja onde estiver eu vou até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2775675766139373671?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2775675766139373671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2775675766139373671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/vou-ate-o-fim.html' title='Vou até o fim'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-4374262377796713330</id><published>2010-07-16T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:10:38.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiz o que pude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Bem agora que você encontrou um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar te esquecer, já que nosso amor se acabou&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar o caminho livre pra você ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu seguirei o meu caminho seja ele qual for, seja onde for...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Bem você deve saber o quanto te amei&lt;br /&gt;O quanto lutei pra conquistar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria ter tido uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Queria construir uma história ao seu lado, mas você já tomou uma decisão&lt;br /&gt;E eu não fui sua escolha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Seja feliz com quem estiver&lt;br /&gt;Torço por você e por mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos seguindo assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem agora já sabemos o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou embora e deixar o caminho livre pra você começar uma nova história&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser mais motivo de nada&lt;br /&gt;Quero ao menos também ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E isso você sabe bem&lt;br /&gt;Fiz o que pude&lt;br /&gt;E você sabe bem&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-4374262377796713330?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4374262377796713330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4374262377796713330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/fiz-o-que-pude.html' title='Fiz o que pude'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5524899792516406472</id><published>2010-07-14T10:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:07:20.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca dos sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pessoas em busca de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas querendo um lugar pra morar&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas tentando um trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar que passar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somente quem sonha sabe&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por aquilo que se quer tanto&lt;br /&gt;Sair vencedor no final&lt;br /&gt;Por isso todo esforço é válido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E todos em sua volta verão isso&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a estrela vai brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Como a luz de um holofote te apontando&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando que chegou sua vez de estar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando essa luz te apontar&lt;br /&gt;Você verá que sonhar&lt;br /&gt;É se esforçar&lt;br /&gt;É acreditar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sonhe todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;E tente, tente sempre&lt;br /&gt;Você pode mudar tudo a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;E isso pode acontecer de repente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E você deve estar preparado&lt;br /&gt;Pra tudo que virá pela frente&lt;br /&gt;Então continue sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Continue sonhando sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5524899792516406472?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5524899792516406472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5524899792516406472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-busca-dos-sonhos.html' title='Em busca dos sonhos'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-565616461053322478</id><published>2010-07-13T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:35:04.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Até quando</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Até quando esperarei&lt;br /&gt;Já me cansei de não ter&lt;br /&gt;De não ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quero a alegria dos dias&lt;br /&gt;Do acordar de um sonho bom&lt;br /&gt;De um bom dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei mais o que querer&lt;br /&gt;Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso saber!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem um amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem ao menos uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se afastou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem um som&lt;br /&gt;Nem um sinal&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai mal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Até quando?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-565616461053322478?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/565616461053322478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/565616461053322478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/ate-quando.html' title='Até quando'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-587595969592257764</id><published>2010-07-10T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:19:17.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Qual é a cara do amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas estão envelhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ontem que eu era criança&lt;br /&gt;E hoje estou aqui me perguntando&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a cara do amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Umas já se formaram&lt;br /&gt;Outras já são pais&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles que vi nascer já até andam&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;E o meu relógio está parado&lt;br /&gt;O que será que aconteceu comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém pode me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a cara do amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo está passando com tanta pressa&lt;br /&gt;Será que perdi muita coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que muita coisa ainda está pra acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;O que o futuro reserva pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;A vida parece um filme&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou assistindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-587595969592257764?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/587595969592257764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/587595969592257764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3356929684159015202</id><published>2010-07-06T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:41:17.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirunina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Tem festança lá no sítio&lt;br /&gt;Quentão, vinho quente e pinga em litro&lt;br /&gt;Tem mulher de vestido&lt;br /&gt;Tem homem de chapéu&lt;br /&gt;E nunca falta uma noiva com véu&lt;br /&gt;Música boa lá da roça&lt;br /&gt;Bolinho caipira e doce de abóbora&lt;br /&gt;O povo todo dançando e comendo paçoca&lt;br /&gt;A Dirunia é tão esperada&lt;br /&gt;Que tem uma lista bagunçada&lt;br /&gt;É tanto amigo, e tudo de olho na mulherada&lt;br /&gt;Correio elegante, fogueira e cadeia&lt;br /&gt;Não pode faltar&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos aguardam a quadrilha começar&lt;br /&gt;Tem cachaça, tem cerveja&lt;br /&gt;Rola até um pastel&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que não pode faltar&lt;br /&gt;É a pincumel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;06/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3356929684159015202?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3356929684159015202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3356929684159015202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirunina.html' title='Dirunina'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5186328964679204155</id><published>2010-07-05T23:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:24:42.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que você queria me dizer com adeus?&lt;br /&gt;O que você estava planejando e não queria me contar&lt;br /&gt;Percebia que você estava distante&lt;br /&gt;Você não dizia nada e só ficava distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que você queria me dizer com adeus?&lt;br /&gt;Você só está me machucando assim&lt;br /&gt;Será que você não percebe que está diferente&lt;br /&gt;Que não fala mais com ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantos dias eu preciso ter pra você me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais tenho que esperar pra saber&lt;br /&gt;Você planeja tudo e não diz nada&lt;br /&gt;Só queria entender o que se passa com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E aquele adeus, o que você queria dizer com aquilo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu não sou mais o mesmo pra você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não confia mais em mim e faz isso comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mais não percebe o quanto me machuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que você queria me dizer com adeus?&lt;br /&gt;Você não quer saber de nada&lt;br /&gt;Você faz tudo do seu jeito&lt;br /&gt;E eu? Eu só queria entender, o que se passa com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;05/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5186328964679204155?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5186328964679204155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5186328964679204155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3266068463120228280</id><published>2010-07-05T22:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:54:58.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma tarde ruim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Numa tarde de sábado&lt;br /&gt;Sentei num banco e comecei a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Achava que tudo estava acabado&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas era um dia ruim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Numa tarde de sábado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo estava tenso&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu estivesse sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Mais havia pessoas em minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Então vi que era apenas uma tarde ruim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tarde de sábado que me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que não estou sozinha&lt;br /&gt;E que amanhã é domingo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando cai a noite&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que apenas tive uma tarde ruim&lt;br /&gt;Vejo pessoas em minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Então sei que não estou sozinha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Penso que amanhã é domingo&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo pode mudar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode mudar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Óh, tudo pode mudar pra mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;05/07/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3266068463120228280?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3266068463120228280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3266068463120228280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-tarde-ruim.html' title='Uma tarde ruim'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3588910274365265507</id><published>2010-07-05T22:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:07:09.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A noite vem chegando&lt;br /&gt;E você se prepara pra sair&lt;br /&gt;Arruma o cabelo e faz maquiagem&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ele está pra chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A noite vem chegando&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que você quer é dançar&lt;br /&gt;Você esquece o trabalho&lt;br /&gt;E se prepara pra dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E tudo que você quer é dançar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que você quer é dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você está toda arrumada&lt;br /&gt;No ponteiro marca dez horas&lt;br /&gt;Ele já está chegando&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que você quer é sair pra dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas ele está atrasado&lt;br /&gt;E ela cuida dos retoques&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que você quer é dançar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que você quer é dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;05/07/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3588910274365265507?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3588910274365265507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3588910274365265507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/dancar.html' title='Dançar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-4727230370546891029</id><published>2010-07-02T20:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:39:53.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Através de uma lente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todos os caminhos que percorri&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos que registrei&lt;br /&gt;São como troféus em minha estante&lt;br /&gt;Marcando cada conquista da minha vida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada olhar era especial&lt;br /&gt;Cada clique era único&lt;br /&gt;Uma paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Ou um objeto &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lugares simples&lt;br /&gt;Ruas movimentadas&lt;br /&gt;Ou um deserto&lt;br /&gt;E suas dunas de areia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Era tudo registrado&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser colorido&lt;br /&gt;Ou em preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada foi deixado pra trás&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Através de uma lente&lt;br /&gt;O observado é eternizado&lt;br /&gt;E pra sempre será lembrado&lt;br /&gt;Os lugares por onde andei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-4727230370546891029?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4727230370546891029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4727230370546891029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/atraves-de-uma-lente.html' title='Através de uma lente'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1885073519040337829</id><published>2010-07-02T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:53:17.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TC5RpD3j3mI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mkuP_g_ekDo/s1600/PA240004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TC5RpD3j3mI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mkuP_g_ekDo/s320/PA240004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489414761666043490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1885073519040337829?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1885073519040337829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1885073519040337829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/TC5RpD3j3mI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mkuP_g_ekDo/s72-c/PA240004-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-6154963199031212354</id><published>2010-07-01T21:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:32:00.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bala de goma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As cores da bala de goma&lt;br /&gt;Daquela doceria da esquina&lt;br /&gt;É tão doce estar lá&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As cores da bala de goma&lt;br /&gt;São como o arco íris&lt;br /&gt;Que colore o nosso dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As cores da bala de goma&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre me distraem&lt;br /&gt;E faz com que eu queira sempre mais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As cores da bala de goma&lt;br /&gt;Que me cercam&lt;br /&gt;Que me viciam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As cores da bala de goma&lt;br /&gt;São só cores alegres&lt;br /&gt;Que adoçam a minha vida&lt;a name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26/06/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-6154963199031212354?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6154963199031212354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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passeando com tranqüilidade&lt;br /&gt;As crianças brincando com segurança&lt;br /&gt;Jovens namorando embaixo de uma árvore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Céu azul, sol brilhando&lt;br /&gt;E um arco íris no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Cachorro correndo atrás do ônibus&lt;br /&gt;E um pipoqueiro passando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que lugar é esse?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é diferente do que já vi&lt;br /&gt;Será que existem mais lugares assim?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só sei que é aqui&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tive a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De onde sempre vou estar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26/06/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5610784061557308512?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5610784061557308512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5610784061557308512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/onde-sempre-vou-estar.html' title='Onde sempre vou estar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-57908902833167821</id><published>2010-07-01T21:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:27:26.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A primeira vez que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Você entrando por aquela porta&lt;br /&gt;Foi como um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;Você irradiava&lt;br /&gt;E desde então,&lt;br /&gt;Eu soube que era só você e eu&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros cantando&lt;br /&gt;As flores crescendo&lt;br /&gt;As crianças correndo&lt;br /&gt;Os carros passando&lt;br /&gt;E ainda era só você e eu&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a nossa volta acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Mas aquele instante em que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Você irradiava&lt;br /&gt;E era só você e eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26/06/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-57908902833167821?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/57908902833167821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/57908902833167821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce-e-eu.html' title='Você e eu'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3516232400143726441</id><published>2010-07-01T21:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:25:18.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ter você aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma estrela vai nascer&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que você voltar&lt;br /&gt;As flores vão crescer&lt;br /&gt;Em noites de luar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não morreu&lt;br /&gt;Todo carinho que eu tenho a oferecer&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é seu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fujo em meio às rosas&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo é vago&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você, em nós...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se aflora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só alegria quando você está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica tão mais tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Todos festejam, todos falam de nós&lt;br /&gt;É apenas isso, é apenas assim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;26/06/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3516232400143726441?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3516232400143726441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3516232400143726441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/ter-voce-aqui.html' title='Ter você aqui'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1958332780685871535</id><published>2010-07-01T21:02:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:21:19.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Como seria nosso dia se o céu fosse rosa&lt;br /&gt;E todas as pessoas voassem numa bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;E se os cachorros começassem a falar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias nessa mesma rotina&lt;br /&gt;Como se não soubéssemos como seria o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Um bom dia no elevador&lt;br /&gt;O café na padaria&lt;br /&gt;O jornal noticiando uma desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vamos permitir&lt;br /&gt;Podemos mudar nossos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Que tal um abraço no elevador&lt;br /&gt;Um sorvete ao invés do café&lt;br /&gt;E um gibi para alegrar o dia&lt;br /&gt;E como seria o dia se o céu fosse rosa&lt;br /&gt;E todas as pessoas voassem numa bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;E se os cachorros começassem a falar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias seriam único&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias seriam mais divertidos&lt;br /&gt;Porque a final viemos ao mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Se for para ser tudo sempre tão igual&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;26/06/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1958332780685871535?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1958332780685871535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1958332780685871535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-novo-dia.html' title='Um novo dia'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5737131448072285242</id><published>2010-06-25T20:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:56:43.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas no onibus de segunda</title><content type='html'>Pessoas no ônibus de segunda.&lt;br /&gt;Será que todas estão felizes?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas no ônibus de segunda.&lt;br /&gt;Será que todas estão num mal dia?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas no ônibus de segunda.&lt;br /&gt;Seguem para o trabalho, para a escola...&lt;br /&gt;Seguem para mais um dia comum&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas no ônibus de segunda.&lt;br /&gt;O que elas estariam pensando?&lt;br /&gt;Seria apenas mais um dia?&lt;br /&gt;Ou algo novo estaria para acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mudaria em suas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Então algo novo no dia&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas no ônibus de segunda.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas seguem para o seu destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5737131448072285242?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5737131448072285242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5737131448072285242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/06/pessoas-no-onibus-de-segunda.html' title='Pessoas no onibus de segunda'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3122589699585569203</id><published>2010-06-25T20:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:58:36.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os dias</title><content type='html'>Um dia eu acordei ao som dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Era como música, tão puro e forte&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a minha volta estava florido&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a minha volta era alegre, era belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu acordei ao som da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia as gotas caindo como se tocassem as teclas de um piano&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei-me então, com um guarda chuva dançando na rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu acordei ao som do choro do cachorro&lt;br /&gt;E tudo era tão triste, veio a saudade de casa&lt;br /&gt;A saudade da família, dos amigos e das pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Então eu chorei também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu acordei ao som dos fogos&lt;br /&gt;E tudo a minha volta era festa&lt;br /&gt;E tudo a minha volta era a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De um dia feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu acordei e não ouvi som algum&lt;br /&gt;Era mais um dia, um dia de luta&lt;br /&gt;Um dia de esperança&lt;br /&gt;De que a vida é pra ser vivida mesmo para os pequenos detalhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3122589699585569203?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3122589699585569203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3122589699585569203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-dias.html' title='Os dias'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2620313962180073605</id><published>2010-06-25T20:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:57:34.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse seu jeito</title><content type='html'>O pensamento me leva a momentos&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixa em dúvida do que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Seu perfume vem em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que gostaria de saber é onde você está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu jeito de mexer os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;A forma como você lhe dava com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo tão único, era seu...&lt;br /&gt;Esse seu jeito tão seu, tão seu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E onde você estaria agora?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda tem o mesmo jeito?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que o mundo te fez um novo homem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meus pensamentos te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele mesmo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Com o mesmo jeito de menino&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas vezes buscava colo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje sinto que o mundo te acolheu&lt;br /&gt;E você o abraçou mesmo com seus medos&lt;br /&gt;E apenas me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Será que você ainda tem o mesmo jeito?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mesmo jeito tão seu, tão seu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2620313962180073605?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2620313962180073605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2620313962180073605'/><link 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small;"&gt;Apenas o desejo do impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vivendo dias difíceis e frios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querendo que a vida fosse um filme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os sonhos vêm como o verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alegra-nos por um momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixando a vontade de um dia feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas é sempre igual, o inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cor cinza do céu, o frio e a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E todos os dias são sempre iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os sonhos em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que aquecem meu dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que me faz achar que tudo vai ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que todos os dias serão quentes como o verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20/06/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1350844176797473402?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1350844176797473402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1350844176797473402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/06/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html' title='Sonhos de um dia frio'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8751254115175742699</id><published>2010-06-05T00:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:01:48.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Longa Jornada</title><content type='html'>Seja onde eu estiver&lt;br /&gt;Seja onde a chuva cair&lt;br /&gt;Ou onde o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir com o vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores irão se abrir no meio do caminho&lt;br /&gt;E um campo florido vai nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seja onde as estrelas brilharem&lt;br /&gt;Ou as folhas das árvores caírem&lt;br /&gt;A lua vai me guiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessa jornada&lt;br /&gt;Seja por onde eu passar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que no final&lt;br /&gt;Você vai estar lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso eu vou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;Vou percorrendo essa estrada, essa longa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentando os obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentando as estações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores irão se abrir no meio do caminho&lt;br /&gt;E um campo florido vai nascer&lt;br /&gt;E no final&lt;br /&gt;Você vai estar lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;04/06/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8751254115175742699?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8751254115175742699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8751254115175742699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/06/longa-jornada.html' title='Longa Jornada'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1568797178241919579</id><published>2010-05-20T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:15:07.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALê.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ErA uM doMinGo,&lt;br /&gt;hAviA Um LuGaR,&lt;br /&gt;MúSiCos, FaNtAsia,&lt;br /&gt;cRiaNçAs, AduLtoS...&lt;br /&gt;AtOrEs eMpEnhAdOs,&lt;br /&gt;EnVoLvIdOs.&lt;br /&gt;APLAUSOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;o cOZInhEiRo e SuA&lt;br /&gt;SimPaTiA...AbElaRdo..&lt;br /&gt;CoNtaGiA, EnCaNtA e&lt;br /&gt;BriLhA...ErA VocÊ, alÊ...&lt;br /&gt;TrAzEnDo AlEgRiA&lt;br /&gt;Na LinDa TaRde Que FaZiA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;(Escrita em 2007 para um querido amigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1568797178241919579?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1568797178241919579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1568797178241919579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/05/ale.html' title='ALê.'/><author><name>Camila 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pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas de cabeça fraca&lt;br /&gt;Que não deixam você seguir seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Sei que as pessoas estão falando de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sei que já te magoei muito&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu te amo e vou te provar&lt;br /&gt;Vou te tirar dessa&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que esse caminho é escuro&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou provar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou provar...&lt;br /&gt;E vou te tirar dessa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3812210103036821284?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3812210103036821284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3812210103036821284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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está mais aqui&lt;br /&gt;Acordar e não ver você dormindo como um anjo ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Chegar do trabalho e ver a casa vazia sem a sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me resta ver o que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre foi muito importante pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não soube dar valor&lt;br /&gt;Mais farei uma prece e vou trazer você de volta&lt;br /&gt;Essa casa não é mais a mesma sem você&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida não é a mesma sem você&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor vai falar mais alto&lt;br /&gt;Vou te trazer de volta porque sei que você ainda me ama&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses anos ao seu lado e saber que você não está mais aqui&lt;br /&gt;Acordar e não ver você dormindo como um anjo ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Chegar do trabalho e ver a casa vazia sem a sua alegria&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me resta ver o que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Mais as minhas preces falarão mais alto&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou te trazer de volta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo será melhor que antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te trazer de volta&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te trazer de volta&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te trazer de volta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-898374143472257299?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/898374143472257299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/898374143472257299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-vou-te-trazer-de-volta.html' title='Eu vou te trazer de volta'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5251636698528461444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5251636698528461444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/S_Rw0exvcxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/1iPtLLkeluk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-488138627839790421</id><published>2010-05-19T18:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:16:21.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosas Perfumadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Campos floridos, lírios, rosas, jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Em busca da mais linda flor&lt;br /&gt;Fui atrás do doce perfume pra te ver sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De aroma raro&lt;br /&gt;Seu perfume me despertou&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfumada rosa bela&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você&lt;br /&gt;Linda rosa encantada era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suas pétalas eram como uma seda&lt;br /&gt;Colhi as rosas mais perfumadas&lt;br /&gt;Do campo que me rodeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=" line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todas que escolhi, serão pra ti&lt;br /&gt;Pra te lembrar um dia&lt;br /&gt;Que eu fiz você sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-488138627839790421?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/488138627839790421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/488138627839790421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/05/campos-floridos-lirios-rosas-jasmim-em.html' title='Rosas Perfumadas'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8416548152155932387</id><published>2010-05-19T17:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:09:17.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hoje vim aqui pra te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que para mim não haverá mais inverno&lt;br /&gt;Todos os pássaros já cantaram&lt;br /&gt;E assim como eles eu irei partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;O vento que toca em seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Leva a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;E todos os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que tive por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Vou em busca da primavera&lt;br /&gt;Dos botões que irão se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Vou começar uma vida nova&lt;br /&gt;Como uma rosa que nasce em cada primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Que o frio te dê&lt;br /&gt;Um motivo pra te aquecer&lt;br /&gt;E então seu coração vai te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu realmente amava você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8416548152155932387?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8416548152155932387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8416548152155932387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/05/adeus-inverno.html' title='Adeus Inverno'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3020511600702423091</id><published>2010-05-11T00:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:26:43.408-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Amigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amigas como elas, amigas são&lt;br /&gt;Conversas entre versos&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras certas&lt;br /&gt;Dos gestos que ficarão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risadas, lamúrias&lt;br /&gt;Sempre elas, as pessoas certas&lt;br /&gt;Das madrugadas que nos cercam&lt;br /&gt;O apoio e a gratidão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Segredos contados&lt;br /&gt;Dos momentos vividos&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que dividimos&lt;br /&gt;Guardados no coração &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finda a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Deixando alegria&lt;br /&gt;À eterna amizade&lt;br /&gt;Por todas, sem exceção!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(este poema é pra todas as minhas amigas que amo muito)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3020511600702423091?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3020511600702423091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3020511600702423091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/05/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1504684428928929713</id><published>2010-04-24T18:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:44:28.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Permita-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A felicidade de um homem está dentro de si própria&lt;br /&gt;Através dos seus sonhos, suas conquistas&lt;br /&gt;Se dependermos de outra pessoa pra sermos felizes, talvez nunca sejamos&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sonhe e viva intensamente todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o ultimo dia&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo que você sonhou não aconteceu pelo menos você viveu&lt;br /&gt;Você aproveitou as oportunidades de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se você não se permite viver só é porque você não sabe o que é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Pois a sua felicidade está dentro de você e não em outra pessoa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1504684428928929713?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1504684428928929713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1504684428928929713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/04/permita-se.html' title='Permita-se'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-7905539513979476354</id><published>2010-04-13T23:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:51:49.478-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternizando'/><title type='text'>Eternizando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/S_oFMACWwMI/AAAAAAAAAww/0AMesR-71ZU/s1600/PICT0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/S_oFMACWwMI/AAAAAAAAAww/0AMesR-71ZU/s320/PICT0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474694000748708034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto acordada, olhava você dormir&lt;br /&gt;Desenhava seu rosto, a mais linda perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tão sereno era...&lt;br /&gt;Acariciava-te, beijava-te sentia o seu corpo repouso&lt;br /&gt;Cada toque era um disparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Então veio seu abraço me acolhendo e me protegendo&lt;br /&gt;Os seus pés juntos aos meus&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo seu...&lt;br /&gt;Me fez dormir&lt;br /&gt;E ao acordar, outro beijo a me despertar&lt;br /&gt;O silencio que eternizava o momento&lt;br /&gt;Permitia-nos demonstrar nossos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Agora aqui estou a recordar&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto, cada palavra&lt;br /&gt;As risadas, os suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao seu lado me faz lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que fui feliz e eterno será!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-7905539513979476354?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7905539513979476354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7905539513979476354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/04/eternizando.html' title='Eternizando'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/S_oFMACWwMI/AAAAAAAAAww/0AMesR-71ZU/s72-c/PICT0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2164824918722065573</id><published>2010-04-13T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:16:21.294-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberte-se'/><title type='text'>Liberte-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há segredo para se ter liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Não há segredo pra viver feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não se prenda em meio à sociedade&lt;br /&gt;Ou será escravo de si&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade é a sua escolha&lt;br /&gt;Não jogue fora isso&lt;br /&gt;A vida é muito curta&lt;br /&gt;E a sociedade só nos leva a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Liberte-se&lt;br /&gt;Seja livre pra seguir&lt;br /&gt;E então encontrará a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Porque ela está dentro de ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2164824918722065573?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2164824918722065573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2164824918722065573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberte-se.html' title='Liberte-se'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-360143924674062080</id><published>2010-04-13T20:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:17:20.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presente de Deus'/><title type='text'>Presente de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A natureza nos dá a sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Pra quando agente acordar lembrar-se de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;O canto dos pássaros nos dando bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Às arvores que nos oferece a sombra, o alimento&lt;br /&gt;À brisa que dá um leve arrepio pra sentirmos que estamos vivos&lt;br /&gt;A chuva que limpa a nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;O sol que brilha nos dando alegria e disposição&lt;br /&gt;Os rios que nos mostra a direção&lt;br /&gt;O vento que passa levando os maus fluidos&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul do dia que nos acalma&lt;br /&gt;A noite que nos embeleza com o brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;A lua que nos abraça dando a sensação do aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Não há motivos pra não ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Pois somos livres pra viver tudo que a natureza nos oferece&lt;br /&gt;Se você busca a sabedoria então olhe ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;Não devemos destruir o que de melhor nos foi dado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-360143924674062080?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/360143924674062080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/360143924674062080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/04/presente-de-deus.html' title='Presente de Deus'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5312202522753272871</id><published>2010-04-05T15:32:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:02:30.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt"&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; epois de tudo que houve em São Luiz, doou seu tempo, sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; mou ao próximo e acolheu quem precisava de atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ão conhecia ninguém, nem motivos tinha pra ajudar aquele povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ngressou como voluntário foi guerreiro e até soldado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ncenou, trabalhou, cuidou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; uta constantemente pra alcançar seus objetivos com esperança e fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.85pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E é assim que ele mostra o quanto é especial, o quanto não devemos esquecer suas atitudes de ser humano, dessa pessoa de coração enorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt"&gt;&lt;span  times="" new="" style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra mim, você é especial e eu nunca vou esquecer-me de você "Curita"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5312202522753272871?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5312202522753272871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5312202522753272871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/04/curita.html' title='Curita'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1379271483607616114</id><published>2010-01-21T00:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:33:01.125-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sua Falta'/><title type='text'>Sua Falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu me lembro do seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Todas as vezes que eu choro me lembro do seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Penso em quando você vai voltar&lt;br /&gt;Como era bom quando você estava por perto&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me protegida deitada em seu colo recebendo carinho&lt;br /&gt;E agora aqui sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Ah como era bom ter você por perto&lt;br /&gt;Dos abraços fortes e aconchegantes&lt;br /&gt;Derrepente tudo ficou tão triste, tão vazio&lt;br /&gt;O silencio então veio com a sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;E tomou conta dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de te ouvir cantando pela casa&lt;br /&gt;De te ver sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E aqui sozinha agora, me lembro do seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;E assim choro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1379271483607616114?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1379271483607616114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1379271483607616114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2010/01/sua-falta.html' title='Sua Falta'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8998356607898126527</id><published>2009-12-24T16:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:33:51.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SzO0CXic9cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-ZzWoFXnaRg/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SzO0CXic9cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-ZzWoFXnaRg/s400/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418872729428096450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8998356607898126527?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8998356607898126527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8998356607898126527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SzO0CXic9cI/AAAAAAAAAtA/-ZzWoFXnaRg/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1557038491378838607</id><published>2009-12-20T23:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:53:45.670-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refri?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerveja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drink'/><title type='text'>Drink, cerveja, refri?</title><content type='html'>Pessoas em um bar, drink, cerveja, refri?&lt;br /&gt;São só pessoas querendo se divertir&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite quente e estrelada&lt;br /&gt;Musica não pode faltar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém quer se prejudicar&lt;br /&gt;Uma bebida gelada&lt;br /&gt;Não há com que se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Vem vamos dançar&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas em um bar, drink, cerveja, ou refri?&lt;br /&gt;Você vai ter que se animar&lt;br /&gt;Olhe em sua volta, todos são como você&lt;br /&gt;Elas trabalharam o dia todo&lt;br /&gt;Não seja bobo&lt;br /&gt;Vem vamos La, vamos dançar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe de bobeira é só uma dança &lt;br /&gt;Mais uma cerveja,&lt;br /&gt;Um drink ou sei la...&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Relaxe olhe essa noite quente e estrelada&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai se prejudicar&lt;br /&gt;Vem vamos dançar&lt;br /&gt;Agora você consegue ver?&lt;br /&gt;São só pessoas em um bar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma cerveja&lt;br /&gt;Um drink ou sei la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1557038491378838607?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1557038491378838607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1557038491378838607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/drink-cerveja-refri.html' title='Drink, cerveja, refri?'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2594171799805639566</id><published>2009-12-20T01:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:51:27.398-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma nova busca'/><title type='text'>Uma nova busca</title><content type='html'>Eu queria que você soubesse que pra chegar até aqui eu percorri um caminho muito longo&lt;br /&gt;E não vou desistir assim tão fácil, então espero que você entenda o que eu estou sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Não foi fácil deixar tudo pra trás, mais há um motivo e eu não vou desistir&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo que eu passei, eu sei que estou fazendo a coisa certa&lt;br /&gt;Olha já enfrentei muitos obstáculos e sei que você vai me julgar por essa decisão&lt;br /&gt;Mais agora vamos olhar pra frente e pensar no que será do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Não vamos mais pensar no passado, é só uma questão de adaptação &lt;br /&gt;E eu vim pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Horas de viagem me fizeram pensar o que eu estaria buscando&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentei tempestades, vi lindas paisagens&lt;br /&gt;Conheci pessoas e esqueci-me de muitas, todas aquelas que me fizeram chorar&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou aqui e pra chegar não foi nada fácil, então, por favor, facilite as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tudo ocorra bem, o melhor possível pra que eu possa sorrir no final&lt;br /&gt;E assim saberei q você está do meu lado, que tudo vai dar certo e que o é só o começo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que irei enfrentar e conquistar, e sabe por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu te amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2594171799805639566?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2594171799805639566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2594171799805639566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-nova-busca-eu-queria-que-voce.html' title='Uma nova busca'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-954719047786696947</id><published>2009-12-19T14:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:52:49.082-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um novo rumo'/><title type='text'>Um novo rumo</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que tudo vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;O que você fez comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Olhe onde estou agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu só tenho que te agradecer, obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz, estou disposta&lt;br /&gt;Estou disposta a estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu me entrego a ti agora&lt;br /&gt;Como uma flor que se abre numa primavera&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol que brilha num lindo dia de verão&lt;br /&gt;Você é a razão de tudo isso, você fez tudo mudar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que passei era sem graça, até você aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Você me trouxe o tempero que faltava na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E este sorriso agora é só seu&lt;br /&gt;Estou disposta a estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;E eu me entrego a ti agora&lt;br /&gt;Como uma flor que se abre numa primavera&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol que brilha num lindo dia de verão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-954719047786696947?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/954719047786696947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/954719047786696947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-novo-rumo-eu-sei-que-tudo-vai-ser.html' title='Um novo rumo'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3912393433654044570</id><published>2009-12-19T14:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:53:16.743-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minha Luz'/><title type='text'>Minha Luz</title><content type='html'>Como uma estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;Seu brilho era o mais forte entre todos&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos hipnotizados só apontavam um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em minha volta se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Eu só via você, então você veio em minha direção&lt;br /&gt;O universo girava&lt;br /&gt;Só nós em meio à multidão&lt;br /&gt;Então você segura minha mão e diz&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou quem você escolheu, eu sou a sua luz&lt;br /&gt;Venha comigo meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;Segure a minha mão e vamos conhecer o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nós juntos somos um só, hoje e sempre&lt;br /&gt;Porque o universo nos espera&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou quem você procurava&lt;br /&gt;E você é o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo, agora é hora de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Vamos?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era como um sonho, aquela luz...&lt;br /&gt;Seu brilho era o mais forte entre todos&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos hipnotizados só apontavam um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em minha volta se apagou&lt;br /&gt;E eu segurei a sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Flutuei entre nuvens, e foi ai que percebi&lt;br /&gt;Que você é quem eu procurava&lt;br /&gt;Que você é quem eu amo quem me tira do chão&lt;br /&gt;Que você é minha luz, a luz que eu quero seguir&lt;br /&gt;A estrela que me guia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3912393433654044570?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3912393433654044570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3912393433654044570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-luz-como-uma-estrela-cadente-seu.html' title='Minha Luz'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-6742389856827098490</id><published>2009-12-19T14:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:53:46.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seus lábios'/><title type='text'>Seus lábios</title><content type='html'>Queiras beijar minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Com seus lábios macios&lt;br /&gt;Pele que me toca me arrepia&lt;br /&gt;E me traz o desejo do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bela tua carne que me esquenta&lt;br /&gt;Que me leva a alma num momento&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçados pelo fogo da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso inocente, seus gestos&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber no amanhã, deixando o hoje&lt;br /&gt;Ser talvez, como um cheiro marcante&lt;br /&gt;Que cruza o caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem explicações, apenas, apenas...&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me, apenas, apenas...&lt;br /&gt;Só os seus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Só quero senti-los, apenas, apenas... Toque-me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-6742389856827098490?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6742389856827098490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6742389856827098490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/seus-labios-queiras-beijar-minha-boca.html' title='Seus lábios'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-7835943950366737522</id><published>2009-12-17T22:02:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:54:18.099-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sozinha em pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Sozinha em pensamentos</title><content type='html'>Perdida, sozinha, pensamentos que me levam&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu não sei, não sei mais onde ando&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer se rodo sem encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei, eu não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Passos dados numa noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Passos perdidos pelas ruas &lt;br /&gt;Queria saber se o que está errado&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo pudesse ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se houvesse uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim eu já deveria ter me acostumado&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha pelas ruas escuras&lt;br /&gt;Eu e meus pensamentos vagos que não me levam a nenhum lugar&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia procurando por uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta procurar se nada encontro&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta fugir se tudo está dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E assim continuo, caminhando, caminhando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-7835943950366737522?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7835943950366737522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7835943950366737522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/sozinha-em-pensamentos-perdida-sozinha.html' title='Sozinha em pensamentos'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2580201890386318222</id><published>2009-12-16T19:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:54:46.580-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma brisa'/><title type='text'>Uma brisa</title><content type='html'>Foi como uma brisa que passou&lt;br /&gt;Num dia em preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;Onde o colorido só se via através de poças&lt;br /&gt;Que refletia as lindas janelas&lt;br /&gt;Foi como uma brisa que passou&lt;br /&gt;Seu beijo, um arrepio&lt;br /&gt;Um calor e um calafrio&lt;br /&gt;Marcou um momento, marcou um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Foi como uma brisa que passou&lt;br /&gt;O canto do pássaro que ecoou&lt;br /&gt;Lembrou um bom dia, nas manhãs frias&lt;br /&gt;Que nos seus braços me envolvia&lt;br /&gt;E que a cada dia fica a lembrança &lt;br /&gt;E a vontade de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Voltar para onde a brisa passou&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade deixou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2580201890386318222?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2580201890386318222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2580201890386318222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-brisa-foi-como-uma-brisa-que-passou.html' title='Uma brisa'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1113290978224473954</id><published>2009-11-21T02:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:58:03.199-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amar'/><title type='text'>Amar!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, amar... Saudades de amar&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do amor, dum encontro o primeiro olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um novo cheiro, um toque&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o coração disparar, perder o chão&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar!&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir “eu te amo”, dizer “eu te amo”&lt;br /&gt;Me entregar, fazer planos &lt;br /&gt;Rir sem sentido, falar sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;Fico a espera, de um amor encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Nessa primavera, sigo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a procurar&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1113290978224473954?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1113290978224473954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1113290978224473954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/11/amar-ahhh-amar.html' title='Amar!'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-4810573705943397837</id><published>2009-11-21T01:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:00:48.657-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presente e futuro'/><title type='text'>Passado, presente e futuro!</title><content type='html'>Num pedaço de papel, escrevi.&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamentos diversos, demonstrei.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre tudo que passei, sobre tudo que vi, ainda é tudo vago&lt;br /&gt;Carrego lembranças, porém nada mais que lembranças&lt;br /&gt;O passado se tornou vazio fazendo com que o presente se tornasse uma dúvida&lt;br /&gt;E é onde me pergunto, é onde me faço mil perguntas&lt;br /&gt;O que se torna o presente no vazio passado?&lt;br /&gt;O que se torna o presente na esperança do futuro?&lt;br /&gt;Então tento colocar num pedaço de papel&lt;br /&gt;Esse presente que já foi futuro e que agora é passado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-4810573705943397837?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4810573705943397837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/4810573705943397837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/11/passado-presente-e-futuro.html' title='Passado, presente e futuro!'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-363102197221995605</id><published>2009-11-14T00:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:02:24.786-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A alegria que se foi'/><title type='text'>A alegria que se foi</title><content type='html'>Estão arrancando a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Estão acabando com o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Estão confundindo a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi parar a alegria?&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza sem bater entrou e tomou conta&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta da minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Roubou o que de pouco eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;E a alegria se foi&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me faltam as cinzas&lt;br /&gt;Deste corpo morto&lt;br /&gt;Que rapidamente está se desfazendo&lt;br /&gt;E que tomado pela tristeza diz adeus&lt;br /&gt;Adeus pelos sorrisos que um dia foi dado&lt;br /&gt;E que hoje fica na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;De um momento onde existiu alegria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-363102197221995605?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/363102197221995605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/363102197221995605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/11/alegria-que-se-foi-estao-arrancando.html' title='A alegria que se foi'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2951823260858917098</id><published>2009-11-06T12:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:36:58.541-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Canto'/><title type='text'>Um Canto</title><content type='html'>Canto no canto de tanto que canto&lt;br /&gt;Portanto meu canto soa no canto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto no canto pergunto um tanto&lt;br /&gt;Pra que meu pranto torne canto&lt;br /&gt;Por encanto que só canto&lt;br /&gt;Canto no canto&lt;br /&gt;Pois sem o canto&lt;br /&gt;Nem o Santo&lt;br /&gt;Sabe tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que meu canto&lt;br /&gt;É só um pranto&lt;br /&gt;Então eu canto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2951823260858917098?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2951823260858917098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2951823260858917098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-canto-canto-no-canto-de-tanto-que.html' title='Um Canto'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3587014596479049602</id><published>2009-11-05T21:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:38:29.935-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ai que saudade'/><title type='text'>Ai que saudade</title><content type='html'>Ai que saudade d’ocê&lt;br /&gt;Ai que saudade de escrever&lt;br /&gt;Ai que saudade de ter&lt;br /&gt;Ai que saudade de ser&lt;br /&gt;É saudade!&lt;br /&gt;É saudade de que?&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca tive&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;Se não sei se vou ser&lt;br /&gt;É saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que aperta&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que chora&lt;br /&gt;Saudade na memória&lt;br /&gt;Como não há de ser?&lt;br /&gt;Ai que saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que sempre vou ter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3587014596479049602?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3587014596479049602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3587014596479049602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/11/ai-que-saudade-ai-que-saudade-doce-ai.html' title='Ai que saudade'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-6673808041757895586</id><published>2009-11-05T21:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:39:55.497-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai q saudade do meu cantinho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-6673808041757895586?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6673808041757895586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/6673808041757895586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/11/ai-q-saudade-do-meu-cantinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-1998760030194391247</id><published>2009-09-09T23:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:39:36.291-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilherme'/><title type='text'>Guilherme</title><content type='html'>Queria encontrar as mais lindas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras puras que traduz meu sentimento &lt;br /&gt;Das mais lindas travessuras&lt;br /&gt;Das mais lindas aventuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Cresce lindo, e eu amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme é meu sobrinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas que encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é cheia de travessuras&lt;br /&gt;Que prega peças &lt;br /&gt;Que muda tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nos enche de doçura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que passamos&lt;br /&gt;Se acertamos ou erramos&lt;br /&gt;Pois levantamos sempre&lt;br /&gt;Porque nos amamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Gui por você existir!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Gui por você sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por me fazer sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não é nada sem você aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelos seus 3 aninhos de vida meu anjo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-1998760030194391247?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1998760030194391247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/1998760030194391247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/guilherme-queria-encontrar-as-mais.html' title='Guilherme'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-9083646183973756067</id><published>2009-09-06T16:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:40:22.354-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voltas'/><title type='text'>Voltas</title><content type='html'>Estou perdida nessa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me em voltas&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde vou parar&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me sentir cansada?&lt;br /&gt;Então eu deixo me levar&lt;br /&gt;E se eu fechar os olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a brisa em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada me faz mudar&lt;br /&gt;Continuo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo perdida nessa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo em frente&lt;br /&gt;Sigo até chegar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-9083646183973756067?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/9083646183973756067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/9083646183973756067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/voltas-estou-perdida-nessa-estrada.html' title='Voltas'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2059700807171592750</id><published>2009-09-05T16:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:40:46.449-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Num Lugar'/><title type='text'>Num Lugar</title><content type='html'>Num lugar onde eu chamo de paz&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde eu chamo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem armas, nem brigas&lt;br /&gt;Onde os velhinhos passeiam&lt;br /&gt;Onde as crianças brincam&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade da harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Do bairro da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Na rua da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde se tem compreensão&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde se tem respeito&lt;br /&gt;Sem guerra e sem destruição&lt;br /&gt;Onde os animais são livres&lt;br /&gt;Onde as pessoas são carinhosas&lt;br /&gt;Onde existe ternura e compaixão&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde eu chamo de meu&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde eu chamo de seu&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar pra quem tem coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2059700807171592750?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2059700807171592750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2059700807171592750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/num-lugar.html' title='Num Lugar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-2080246463393182877</id><published>2009-09-05T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:40:23.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SqKwkNO9lMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DlTmbV55YIY/s1600-h/hippie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SqKwkNO9lMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DlTmbV55YIY/s320/hippie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378055041107989698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-2080246463393182877?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2080246463393182877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/2080246463393182877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SqKwkNO9lMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DlTmbV55YIY/s72-c/hippie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3614069065417941953</id><published>2009-09-05T14:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:41:25.312-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agora vamos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Agora vamos, baby!</title><content type='html'>Você acha que é forte&lt;br /&gt;Você enfrenta tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não enfrenta a si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta se enganar assim&lt;br /&gt;Você se machuca&lt;br /&gt;Você se destrói&lt;br /&gt;E não entende que precisa de ajuda&lt;br /&gt;Você canta pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você dança pra não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu sei que você não está bem&lt;br /&gt;Venha comigo, deixe-me te ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou te ferir nem te julgar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba que estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Você é maior que isso&lt;br /&gt;Você é muito maior que isso&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos encontrar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que esse mau momento vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te tirar dessa&lt;br /&gt;E vou te ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu coração tem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos acabar com essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Você encontrará o caminho&lt;br /&gt;E eu voltarei pra te buscar meu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3614069065417941953?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3614069065417941953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3614069065417941953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/agora-vamos-baby-voce-acha-que-e-forte.html' title='Agora vamos, baby!'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3983699427227656659</id><published>2009-09-03T19:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:41:51.587-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas amar'/><title type='text'>Apenas amar</title><content type='html'>Amar é não ter fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;É não ter limites, perder a razão&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada sem beira&lt;br /&gt;Que encontra barreiras&lt;br /&gt;No caminho do coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas se amar for besteira&lt;br /&gt;Sigo sem eira&lt;br /&gt;Procurando uma grande paixão&lt;br /&gt;E se eu encontrar um amor, perdido!&lt;br /&gt;Fujo contigo, querido!&lt;br /&gt;E arrasto comigo o meu violão&lt;br /&gt;Se eu caio na vida, bandida!&lt;br /&gt;Saio ferida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não perco o meu chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3983699427227656659?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3983699427227656659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3983699427227656659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/apenas-amar-amar-e-nao-ter-fronteiras-e.html' title='Apenas amar'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-5520630098135013288</id><published>2009-09-03T19:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:42:17.059-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assim como está'/><title type='text'>Assim como está</title><content type='html'>Queria te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Com poucas palavras pra você saber&lt;br /&gt;Que o que passou, não volta mais,&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe em paz, segue seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me trouxe a dor&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não faz assim, pois o meu amor &lt;br /&gt;Já está no fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que foi armação&lt;br /&gt;E o seu amor, não acabou,&lt;br /&gt;Volta pro meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O que você me fez&lt;br /&gt;Mais não consigo amor&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração, você machucou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar, assim como está&lt;br /&gt;Você aí, eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;Procurando um novo par&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-5520630098135013288?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5520630098135013288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/5520630098135013288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/09/assim-como-esta-queria-te-dizer-com.html' title='Assim como está'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-3950220063096732845</id><published>2009-08-30T02:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:42:40.652-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insônia'/><title type='text'>Insônia</title><content type='html'>Busco algo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite fria onde ouço o barulho do vento lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o silencio vem, e em forma de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um vazio em meu peito &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço do corpo&lt;br /&gt;A alma inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente em movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras perdidas em minhas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Ressoam em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me acordada&lt;br /&gt;Tentando encontrar respostas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo-me a lembranças, a momentos felizes&lt;br /&gt;A cada sorriso, lugares que conheci&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as idas e voltas&lt;br /&gt;Encontro o amor adormecido em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesta noite fria onde ouço o barulho do vento lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o silencio vem e me apego nesse amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho pela vida, por tudo que faço&lt;br /&gt;Pelo ar que respiro e que me entrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então adormeço...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-3950220063096732845?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3950220063096732845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/3950220063096732845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/08/insonia-busco-algo-em-mim-nesta-noite.html' title='Insônia'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-7986263410306611913</id><published>2009-08-13T00:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:43:00.704-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdida em meus pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Perdida em meus pensamentos</title><content type='html'>Numa variável, numa inconstante&lt;br /&gt;Numa roda, tudo está a girar&lt;br /&gt;Entre altos e baixos&lt;br /&gt;De um lado a outro&lt;br /&gt;E num labirinto eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;Então caio num buraco&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar numa sala grande&lt;br /&gt;Começo a andar e procurar uma saída&lt;br /&gt;Então me viro e vejo uma floresta&lt;br /&gt;Que lugar é esse, o que está acontecendo?&lt;br /&gt;São tantas árvores, imensas árvores&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a andar tropeço num galho&lt;br /&gt;E numa nuvem vou parar&lt;br /&gt;Sou levada a um lindo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é tudo colorido, aqui sim quero ficar&lt;br /&gt;Mais escorrego e vejo algo a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Será isso um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tudo minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Mais se for sonho, não me deixe acordar&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber até onde vou chegar&lt;br /&gt;E aquele brilho que vejo o que será?&lt;br /&gt;Quando chego perto, ele se transforma&lt;br /&gt;Num lindo pássaro que sai a voar&lt;br /&gt;Tento correr atrás, mais não consigo alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Deparo-me com uma casa e me vejo a descansar&lt;br /&gt;Pareço leve, como uma pena&lt;br /&gt;Mais me desperto&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu só estava a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em meus pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;Comecei a viajar, mais sinto cheiro de rosas, o que será?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-7986263410306611913?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7986263410306611913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/7986263410306611913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meninamila.blogspot.com/2009/08/perdida-em-meus-pensamentos-numa.html' title='Perdida em meus pensamentos'/><author><name>Camila Vasconcellos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXbgZHvYg_Q/SvhTJbdRqlI/AAAAAAAAApY/0f_sG4J18W4/S220/eu147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164603033378019737.post-8291123331657288593</id><published>2009-08-12T23:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:43:27.924-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Acordei e vi o sol bater em minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais um dia como todos os outros?&lt;br /&gt;Não, não seria porque hoje me sinto nascendo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;O dia está lindo, então me levanto&lt;br /&gt;Corro para colocar uma roupa leve&lt;br /&gt;Então me olho no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Ali, parado em pé &lt;br /&gt;Penso o que farei, então logo saio pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;E com um grande sorriso em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que posso escolher como será cada dia da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E como uma criança, começo a saltar entre os ladrilhos&lt;br /&gt;E vou seguindo, deixando que os movimentos me levem&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me livre, como um passarinho que acaba de sair da gaiola&lt;br /&gt;Compro flores, paro pra tomar um chá,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo uma revista, brinco com um cão&lt;br /&gt;Agora, cada momento é importante&lt;br /&gt;Por que hoje é mais um dia especial&lt;br /&gt;Então continuarei sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E quando o tempo passar &lt;br /&gt;Lembraram-se sempre do meu sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6164603033378019737-8291123331657288593?l=meninamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8291123331657288593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164603033378019737/posts/default/8291123331657288593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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