<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:31:33.941-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG6B52Ve-gk'/><title type='text'>Sabor de fruta mordida ...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Pra temperar os sonhos e curar as febres
inserir nas preces do nosso sorriso
brincando entre os campos das nossas idéias
somos vagalumes a voar perdidos...a voar perdidos..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5925938117878256020</id><published>2011-11-04T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:43:24.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem espera pra viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não vive nunca&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca terá melhor momento pra viver do que agora&lt;br /&gt;Just now.&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar que não há como se "preparar" &lt;br /&gt;Porque o destino de coloca em algumas situações&lt;br /&gt;que nem dinheiro nem conhecimento irão lhe ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Como não querer a melhor escola de todas, a vida !!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você não tenha muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;e ai vai gasta-lo aguardando o melhor ?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esse melhor não chegue nunca baby.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão bonita pra se ter medo dela&lt;br /&gt;Então não desperdice mais sua vida com bobagens&lt;br /&gt;que pessoas frias colocaram na sua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Porque são só bobagens .&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhe de cabeça nessa oportunidade única.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você vai dar razão aos meus conselhos descabeçados&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que você não tenha perdido muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-5925938117878256020?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5925938117878256020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5925938117878256020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5925938117878256020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5925938117878256020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2011/11/quem-espera-pra-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-6908952758810732511</id><published>2010-09-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:11:16.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenha paciência e dê um tempo que seu coração se acalma.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho até gostado um pouco do turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;e as vezes é necessario bagunçar as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentido falta de coisas que há muito tempo eu não sentia&lt;br /&gt;estou mais perto de mim, &lt;br /&gt;levemente mais intransigente&lt;br /&gt;e levando as coisas mais do meu jeito .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus nesse aniversário , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; eu quero sabedoria para fazer as escolhas certas  !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-6908952758810732511?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/6908952758810732511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=6908952758810732511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6908952758810732511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6908952758810732511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenha-paciencia-e-de-um-tempo-que-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3557620945907057559</id><published>2010-08-20T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:31:19.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/TG8QF2PugxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vqcIbUvbncE/s1600/150592,1220800155,3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507638561944273682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/TG8QF2PugxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vqcIbUvbncE/s320/150592,1220800155,3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que eu até consegui ouvir a voz Dele a me ironizar : " - Ah! E você achou que ia ser fácil assim ?" Pois é ! Me enganei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O engraçado é que mesmo com essa sensação horrivél de fracasso, de mesmice , de impotência de que uma parte da minha vida continua na rotina da qual eu não me sinto parte, eu sinto como se alguém me desamarrasse e soltasse pro mundo pra poder seguir livre !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade aliás é o que mais almejo como um bom passarinho .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pior de tudo é saber que quem me colocou nessa situação foi eu mesma , mas como em um bom agosto , tenho repensado nas minhas metas e a vida tem me feito novamente entrar em aguás desconhecidas, mesmo sem nada concreto , tenho a certeza que mudanças vem pela frente é como se nesse vôo o piloto agora me avisasse "estamos passando por uma área de forte turbulência " , mas pelas minhas"horas de vôo" adquiridas , tenho a consciência que a vida deve seguir e uma hora a turbulência acaba e pousamos em um novo lugar agradavél , basta ter fé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas nunca são tão duras que não possam ser quebradas, a história nunca termina até o capitulo final , ninguém é tão insensivél que não ame, &lt;strong&gt;nada é tão definitivo que não possa ser mudado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é , agosto !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo Young Folks - peter , bjorn &amp;amp; john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can stick around and see this night through "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3557620945907057559?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3557620945907057559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3557620945907057559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3557620945907057559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3557620945907057559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2010/08/sabe-que-eu-ate-consegui-ouvir-voz-dele.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/TG8QF2PugxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vqcIbUvbncE/s72-c/150592,1220800155,3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4406905749419589454</id><published>2010-07-26T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:14:54.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho meu coração dividido entre o que é certo&lt;br /&gt;e o que eu realmente quero,&lt;br /&gt;e pra facilitar ainda tenho duvidas sobre o que eu quero .&lt;br /&gt;Quando será que me tronei tão vulneravél assim ?&lt;br /&gt;Ando escrevendo num caderno perguntas pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;mas não conseguindo responde-lás no final do dia.&lt;br /&gt;A gargalhada saindo do fundo da alma anda escondida&lt;br /&gt;meio aredia&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer alguma coisa por mim !&lt;br /&gt;Não porque eu preciso ,&lt;br /&gt;não porque me pediram ,&lt;br /&gt;não porque terá resultado&lt;br /&gt;somente por prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer algo pra mim !&lt;br /&gt;Será que pessoas maduras ainda cometem atos inconsequentes ás vezes ?&lt;br /&gt;Será que não levar a causa em consideração me tronará uma irresponsavél ?&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes me dá saudade de ser um pouco menina .&lt;br /&gt;Hoje li uma frase minha, que me doeu&lt;br /&gt;"Temos a arte para não morrer da verdade"&lt;br /&gt;Ando cheia de verdades de mais.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um pouco mais de sonho&lt;br /&gt;pra fantasiar minha fragilidade .&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de coisas estampadas.&lt;br /&gt;De durezas .&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter asas novamente !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estive pelo avesso, mas respiramos "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4406905749419589454?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4406905749419589454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4406905749419589454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4406905749419589454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4406905749419589454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenho-meu-coracao-dividido-entre-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4424723443701392484</id><published>2010-07-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:13:29.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar !</title><content type='html'>Estamos todos em mudança constante humanos , animais , tecnologia , planeta terra .&lt;br /&gt;Mudar é uma consequencia de viver , de se adaptar as todas as outras mudanças rotineiras .&lt;br /&gt;Certas pessoas odeiam mudar , outras já adoram mudar de casa, outras de cabelo , há pessoas que forçam a mudança , já outras , como eu, são a mudanças .&lt;br /&gt;Seres ciclicos , porque mudar não significa que há sempre algo novo , somente algo diferente do anterior .&lt;br /&gt;Já passei pela fase de mudar movéis , de mudar o cabelo , de mudar as cores das paredes , de mudar de emprego, quase tudo exemplificando realmente o que nunca se aquieta dentro de mim , não tem nome , não tem cara , não tem momento, aliás esse "bichinho" que mora em mim sempre escolhe os momentos mais importunos, parece que é de um dia para o outro , mas não é , é algo que nunca para,  que você só se dá conta quando já está na outra extremidade . Seres ciclicos são seres pensadores , talvez por isso, mudem demais , avaliam demais , pedem demais , insatisfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de uma vez escutar minha mãe conversando com uma amiga que falava de sua filha que era uma maluca , que nada nunca estava bom , lembro exatamente da frase da minha mãe " Que triste , nunca estar satisfeito!"&lt;br /&gt;Pois é acho que mal sabia ela eu também seria uma eterna insatisfeita e vejo pelo contrário , coitado de quem se satisfaz , quem se satisfaz , estagna , vê o mundo passar como numa parada da Disney, cria pó , se desconhece , se conforma.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim a coisa mais triste é uma pessoa conformada . "Que triste , sempre estar satisfeito !"&lt;br /&gt;Não ache porém que mudança não demanda sofrimento , pelo cotrário , certas ocasiões param lado a lado para um click ,  não pensem também que eu nunca fui feliz , pelo contrário e posso garantir que quando estou feliz tenho certeza  disso . Seres insatisfeitos são seres intensos também , acho que porque quando se satisfazem querem aproveitar ao máximo , porque sabem que de eterno só os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre quis ser eterna e para isso tenho um palno A e outro B , o A é escrever um livro , o B e deixar boas lembranças pra quem passa por essa minha vida faceira , tenho me utilizado mais do B .&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que descobri uma mudança em mim a pouco tempo , uma mudança que assusta por ter demorado para acontecer , havia me aquietado um pouco , pois anteriormente havia mudado de um jeito que só se muda por poucas vezes na vida. Há pouco tinha certeza da minha felicidade , hoje duvido. Há pouco meu olhos brlhavam , hoje já os vejo foscos em alguns momentos.Eu exijo demais de mim , me cobro todo dia pra ter uma vida melhor , um emprego melhor , uma realidade melhor e talvez por isso ás vezes desejo dedicação de quem me cerca. Exijir amor , me peguei fazendo isso , uns dias atrás , e quando me dei conta disso , me enchi de tristeza e vergonha , amor não se pede , não se implora , se ganha , se ganha sem perceber , amor te acalenta e não te esfria. Amor necessita de adubo , porque amor também muda . Tenho medo de pensar demais. De ter imaginado demais , peco por sonhar demais , ás vezes eu devia ser mais dura comigo mesma. E doeu mais ainda abraçar o vazio , fazer um balanço com lacunas , com perguntas sem respontas . Me senti traida pelos meus sentimentos , me senti idiota , exijir amor! Que ridicula !&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças me doem , medo de perder me dói , me sentir sozinha me dói mais ainda , porque pouca gente sabe que eu tenho pânico de solidão , que tenho trauma de abandono, tenho péssimas lembranças relacionadas a isso , e hoje pra minha tristeza vejo tudo embaçado, doida pra um lugar confortavél, um abraço apertado, um amor sentido , um gesto de carinho simples como os que que eu ganhava há um tempo atrás um e-mail respondido , um beijo escondido , um presente pequenino, ser surpreendida por algo bom , ser acompanhada na mudança pelo mesmo sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4424723443701392484?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4424723443701392484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4424723443701392484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4424723443701392484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4424723443701392484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2010/07/mudar.html' title='Mudar !'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5253678943777844914</id><published>2010-06-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:50:30.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passei um tempo um pouco incredúla,&lt;br /&gt;meio perdida nesse caldeirão de idéias que é minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;meio com raiva do destino , por me testar tantas e tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;com coração já medroso de alguns machucados&lt;br /&gt;tentando se esquivar de mais frustrações&lt;br /&gt;auto defesa , isso todo o ser humano tem .&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dá pra ter medo de viver ,&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos pra mim NÃO DÁ ,&lt;br /&gt;não é da minha personalidade&lt;br /&gt;do meu jeito, do meu universo,&lt;br /&gt;Parei, ponderei , todos os pontos bons&lt;br /&gt;e todos os pontos ruins .&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro não é tudo nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;a falta dele pode me atrasar em algumas coisas&lt;br /&gt;mas o mundo não vai acabar .&lt;br /&gt;E eu não vou ser a pior pessoa do mundo&lt;br /&gt;se demorar um pouco mais pra chegar nos&lt;br /&gt;próximos estagios.&lt;br /&gt;Quem saiba até eu não me torne alguém melhor&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria não se compra.&lt;br /&gt;Nem felicidade .&lt;br /&gt;Então eu me refiz&lt;br /&gt;cumprimentei meu velho amigo tempo por mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;só ele pra me ajudar a entender mesmo , minha cabeça é muito dura.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi então me preocupar o minimo possivél&lt;br /&gt;e se todos os males vierem mesmo a se tornar realidade .&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um plano Z traçado , que inclui limpar machucados&lt;br /&gt;e seguir em frente .&lt;br /&gt;Poucas pessoas aos 22 anos fizeram metade do que eu fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que isso já me torna capaz de destruir mais pré conceitos, enfrentar mais caras feias , me enrolar mais com dinheiro , rir da cara do impossivél e chegar em algum lugar confortavél .&lt;br /&gt;O importante é : Nunca perder a fé !&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem isso, as coisas perdem um pouco do sentido e você um pouco da coragem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo um bom e novo rock 'n' roll &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strokes_ take it or leave it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-5253678943777844914?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5253678943777844914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5253678943777844914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5253678943777844914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5253678943777844914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2010/06/passei-um-tempo-um-pouco-incredula-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3089530852161611683</id><published>2009-12-30T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:34:11.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG6B52Ve-gk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toh com saudade que arrepia a espinha&lt;br /&gt;e esmaga o coração&lt;br /&gt;Toh de choro entalado na garganta hoje&lt;br /&gt;Toh fragilizada pela minha hiper auto - estima...&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo sabe que eu não lido muito bem&lt;br /&gt;com datas comemorativas&lt;br /&gt;E ainda como a maioria dos seres humanos&lt;br /&gt;conto mentirinhas pra mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões pra deixar as coisas mais bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Mas não aguentei o peso da mentirinha&lt;br /&gt;que ficar longe de você esses dias, iria ficar tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Toh desanimada pro proximo capitulo&lt;br /&gt;Toh envergonhada da minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E mais envergonhada ainda quando penso que vc esta feliz .&lt;br /&gt;A menininha medrosa do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;estragando a ligação.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas criativas , pensam demais&lt;br /&gt;por consequencia sofrem a mais também.&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de ter dias normais .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3089530852161611683?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3089530852161611683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Viva com o coração .</title><content type='html'>já ajuda .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-6419287529470970258?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/6419287529470970258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=6419287529470970258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6419287529470970258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6419287529470970258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/10/viva-como-coracao.html' title='Viva com o coração .'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4683328648674863926</id><published>2009-10-27T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:08:00.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza sempre serve de alguma coisa .</title><content type='html'>Serve pra te fazer mudar principalmente .&lt;br /&gt;Serve pra te fazer ter insonia&lt;br /&gt;Serve pra te fazer ler aquela carta encostada&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do baú , em cima do armário.&lt;br /&gt;Droga de carta , droga de insonia .&lt;br /&gt;Droga de cabeça cansada que não te deixa dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Caralio de história que não se escreveu&lt;br /&gt;como eu planejei .&lt;br /&gt;Eu detesto perder o controle&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais quando é o meu proprio controle.&lt;br /&gt;Juro que ter ignorado é a coisa melhor a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;que te tenho feito com os meus erros jamais ajustavéis&lt;br /&gt;Maldade, foi você ter me ensinado a voltar atrás .&lt;br /&gt;Só que há coisas que não há como voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Outro aviso que dá próxima vez espero ver&lt;br /&gt;"Daqui pra frente só siga se tiver absoluta certeza"&lt;br /&gt;Teria ajudado um pouco a ter 2 segundos de reflexão .&lt;br /&gt;Pois é bilhetinho mais desconfortante de letras tortas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But please you know you're just like me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eu ainda lembro da resposta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will fight to be different&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;até não mais ver .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ouvindo _ Perfect _ Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaXIOanHlGc&lt;br /&gt;música que me faz chorar sempre .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4683328648674863926?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4683328648674863926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4683328648674863926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4683328648674863926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4683328648674863926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/10/tristeza-sempre-serve-de-alguma-coisa.html' title='Tristeza sempre serve de alguma coisa .'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-2853568424949889351</id><published>2009-09-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:26:09.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deus , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nesse aniversário só quero como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;presente paz e sabedoria .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monique Kovatch &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-2853568424949889351?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/2853568424949889351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=2853568424949889351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/2853568424949889351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/2853568424949889351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/09/deus-nesse-aniversario-so-quero-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-580632956694476163</id><published>2009-09-10T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:16:26.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queria ter muito fôlego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pra poder ficar por muito tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mergulhada , lentamente soltando o ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem nada, nem nunguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;só abraçada pela água &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente essa semana minha cabeça está um caos&lt;br /&gt;é melhor esse inferno astral terminar logo&lt;br /&gt;porque hoje precisei de ajuda pra&lt;br /&gt;poder me ordenar .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-580632956694476163?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/580632956694476163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=580632956694476163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/580632956694476163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/580632956694476163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-ter-muito-folego-pra-poder-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3308453447424445171</id><published>2009-09-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:00:38.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falhei .</title><content type='html'>Falhei na missão de conseguir lhe amar .&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não ame.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é do jeito esperado .&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade acho que você nunca esperou isso de mim .&lt;br /&gt;Afinal você nem conhece isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o resto do mundo sim .&lt;br /&gt;Tenho problemas com obrigações.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também tenho problemas com falhas .&lt;br /&gt;Ambigua relação .&lt;br /&gt;Talvez quando me afastar da rotina&lt;br /&gt;eu possa ser o ideal de amor .&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje ainda as lembranças boas&lt;br /&gt;não superam as feridas .&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoe por não ter conseguido&lt;br /&gt;lhe ensinar que a vida também pode ser boa .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3308453447424445171?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3308453447424445171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3308453447424445171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3308453447424445171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3308453447424445171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/09/falhei.html' title='Falhei .'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-7818855361498857556</id><published>2009-09-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:44:05.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Liberdade não é fazer o que passa na cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não é não ter compromisso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não é sumir por ai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liberdade é estado de espirito "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-7818855361498857556?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/7818855361498857556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=7818855361498857556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/7818855361498857556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/7818855361498857556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/09/livre.html' title='Livre'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5697520066986824955</id><published>2009-08-10T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:19:24.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Faça seus pedidos e jogue ao vento "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SoCxNBtj6VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XyZKue41EiQ/s1600-h/bolha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SoCxNBtj6VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XyZKue41EiQ/s320/bolha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368485593181579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-5697520066986824955?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5697520066986824955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5697520066986824955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5697520066986824955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5697520066986824955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/08/faca-seus-pedidos-e-jogue-ao-vento.html' title='&quot;Faça seus pedidos e jogue ao vento &quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SoCxNBtj6VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XyZKue41EiQ/s72-c/bolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1120223259307015351</id><published>2009-08-10T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:25:48.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>babaca desprezivél !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a única coisa q eu lembro .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-1120223259307015351?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5851362581672000965</id><published>2009-07-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:45:59.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SmxoKQlNgOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t0Xn8YeGPXI/s1600-h/chuva22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362775781750440162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SmxoKQlNgOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t0Xn8YeGPXI/s320/chuva22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Deixei . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segui descendo a rua esburacada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o rosto amarado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rápido . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siga pela rua de paralelepidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e depois vire a esquerda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha aquela arvore ali , gigante , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então entre naquela rua . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parei . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa rua havia uma bifurcação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra onde ir ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque correr ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encostei no parapeito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá embaixo a cidade cinza meio alaranjada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma fina garoa começava a cair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria fugir voando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tenho motivos pra ficar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só hoje que não &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas esse dia não vai mudar o ano inteiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A garoa virou uma chuva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então sentei frente a bifurcação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixei a chuva cair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixei as lágrimas cairem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pensamentos Felizes que te fazem voar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei pelo mesmo caminho . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ir pra casa... um banho quente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E torcer pra que meu abraço não demore muito pra chegar . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvindo - This Modern Love -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bloc Party&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby , I never know what's good for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-5851362581672000965?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5851362581672000965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5851362581672000965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5851362581672000965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5851362581672000965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/07/deixei.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SmxoKQlNgOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/t0Xn8YeGPXI/s72-c/chuva22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-206865467839883340</id><published>2009-07-26T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:41:58.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade incomoda .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-206865467839883340?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/206865467839883340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=206865467839883340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/206865467839883340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/206865467839883340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-incomoda.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-8187654452266488359</id><published>2009-07-26T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:41:36.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto do seu gosto.</title><content type='html'>Não gosto de domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de Chuva&lt;br /&gt;Gosto só de oposto Chuva num dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;por exemplo&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do gosto molhado que tenho hoje&lt;br /&gt;Que tive ontem&lt;br /&gt;É que não consigo controlar&lt;br /&gt;Gostar e controlar&lt;br /&gt;coisas opostas que não gosto&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do gosto amargo&lt;br /&gt;Amargura que me deixa de gosto doce&lt;br /&gt;é que me faz gostar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo Weezer _ Say it and So&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sim,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo certo,&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto bem,&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-8187654452266488359?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/8187654452266488359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=8187654452266488359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/8187654452266488359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/8187654452266488359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/07/gosto-do-seu-gosto.html' title='Gosto do seu gosto.'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-6482937139403734353</id><published>2009-07-07T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:44:35.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse um sentimento seria a saudade .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-6482937139403734353?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/6482937139403734353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=6482937139403734353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6482937139403734353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6482937139403734353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/07/se-eu-fosse-um-sentimento-seria-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1594506975676978456</id><published>2009-06-05T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:02:28.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser tanto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nada sou !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-1594506975676978456?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/1594506975676978456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=1594506975676978456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1594506975676978456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1594506975676978456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-ser-tanto-que-nada-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4864159529094342844</id><published>2009-06-05T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:01:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela ainda chora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;embaixo do chuveiro , escondida atrás da escada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje o choro é menos compulsivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As situações são mais bonitas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas ainda não está completo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sempre lhe falta um pedaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como um quebra-cabeça que a última peça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que sumiu é a que dá sentido a tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela é mesmo patética &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toda trsiteza é patética &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tola e idiota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou sei lá há sentido pra ainda não se contentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não se bastar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Certas pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;incluindo ela nunca se satisfazem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deprimentes jogos com peças faltando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma pena !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4864159529094342844?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4864159529094342844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4864159529094342844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4864159529094342844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4864159529094342844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-ainda-chora-embaixo-do-chuveiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-7027834264073752104</id><published>2009-06-05T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:50:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Será que tudo precisa mesmo de uma porcaria de motivo ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-7027834264073752104?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/7027834264073752104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=7027834264073752104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/7027834264073752104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/7027834264073752104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/06/sera-que-tudo-precisa-mesmo-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1555168484594471405</id><published>2009-05-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:50:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Não me pertenço . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém se pertence .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-1555168484594471405?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/1555168484594471405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=1555168484594471405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1555168484594471405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1555168484594471405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-me-pertenco.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-9195709999329817154</id><published>2009-05-30T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:45:07.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelo pra que?</title><content type='html'>Sempre achei a coisa mais linda uma mulher segura e independente&lt;br /&gt;Que fazia tudo sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Auto suficiente sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele modelo super poderosa&lt;br /&gt;Era minha visão de uma mulher que queria ser quando adulta&lt;br /&gt;Sempre segui atrás disso&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que não dou pra esse modelo&lt;br /&gt;Sou carente demais&lt;br /&gt;emotiva demais&lt;br /&gt;temperamental demais&lt;br /&gt;Preciso das pessoas do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Odeio comer sozinha&lt;br /&gt;e não durmo sozinha nunca&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenho uma desilusão&lt;br /&gt;a primeira coisa que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;e procurar um colo pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;Esse negocio de auto suficiente e independente&lt;br /&gt;tá com nada não&lt;br /&gt;muito solitário pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo _ Cazuza _ O nosso amor a gente inventa&lt;br /&gt;morrendo de vontade de uma tarde no arpoador&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-9195709999329817154?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/9195709999329817154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=9195709999329817154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/9195709999329817154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/9195709999329817154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/05/modelo-pra-que.html' title='Modelo pra que?'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3927497995847048801</id><published>2009-04-26T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:49:35.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amo.&lt;br /&gt;Assim fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Amo.&lt;br /&gt;Meu pedaço de felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3927497995847048801?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3927497995847048801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3927497995847048801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3927497995847048801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3927497995847048801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-8926716166405432321</id><published>2009-04-22T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:46:00.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me deu uma pequena crise existencial hoje .&lt;br /&gt;Andei, respirei , não passou .&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa anda me dividindo,&lt;br /&gt;E eu odeio me sentir divida ,&lt;br /&gt;frustrada ,&lt;br /&gt;com medo ,&lt;br /&gt;e todas essas coisas que me deixam cinza .&lt;br /&gt;Me roubam o riso.&lt;br /&gt;Menina de furacão no coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-8926716166405432321?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/8926716166405432321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=8926716166405432321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/8926716166405432321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/8926716166405432321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-deu-uma-pequena-crise-existencial.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-9029042659988087300</id><published>2009-04-17T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:52:37.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando me lendo&lt;br /&gt;Me parafraseando&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Sou tú&lt;br /&gt;Sou todas as coisas infinitas&lt;br /&gt;Somos boas descobertas&lt;br /&gt;Instantes congelados&lt;br /&gt;Segundos  que eu fechei meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e pedi assim em segredo pra que não fosse mentira&lt;br /&gt;pra que não fosse criação minha&lt;br /&gt;Me permiti&lt;br /&gt;Ainda com algum receio&lt;br /&gt;Mas sendo amor por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estou me acostumando&lt;br /&gt;principalmente com a vontade insistente de você&lt;br /&gt;Nada dificil&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que sou&lt;br /&gt;E quero ser mais&lt;br /&gt;pra mim&lt;br /&gt;pra ti&lt;br /&gt;pra todo o resto.&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo_ The bird and the bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-9029042659988087300?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/9029042659988087300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=9029042659988087300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/9029042659988087300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/9029042659988087300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ando-me-lendo-me-parafraseando-sou-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-36060991044477839</id><published>2009-04-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:43:02.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou afundada em mim .&lt;br /&gt;Explodindo de emoção .&lt;br /&gt;de todas aliás .&lt;br /&gt;Juro, que estou colocando todas elas em ordem&lt;br /&gt;por cor, tamanho e nome.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu vou acordar menos atormentada&lt;br /&gt;Os fantasmas não vão mais puxar meu pé&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu já tive carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Já me senti aliviada&lt;br /&gt;Foi só um leve tropeção que eu tive outro dia,&lt;br /&gt;afinal eu sou forte mas sou de carne , osso , penso , falo e sinto&lt;br /&gt;acreditem !?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-36060991044477839?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/36060991044477839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=36060991044477839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/36060991044477839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/36060991044477839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/estou-afundada-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-2661996229498903750</id><published>2009-04-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:32:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Sou composta por urgências: minhas alegrias são intensas; minhas tristezas, absolutas. Me entupo de ausências, me esvazio de excessos. Eu não caibo no estreito, eu só vivo nos extremos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi por varias histórias&lt;br /&gt;Errei, acertei , tentei.&lt;br /&gt;Sou humana ,&lt;br /&gt;do sexo feminino&lt;br /&gt;um pouco atipica .&lt;br /&gt;As vezes acho que fiz coisas demais pros meus 20 e pouco&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes acho que podia ter feito mais&lt;br /&gt;Não sei amar pela metade&lt;br /&gt;Nunca soube&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nasci com essa marcação&lt;br /&gt;Não que isso seja defeito&lt;br /&gt;Só adoro a estranheza de ser intensa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-2661996229498903750?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/2661996229498903750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=2661996229498903750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/2661996229498903750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/2661996229498903750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/sou-composta-por-urgencias-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-6973367370093066262</id><published>2009-04-13T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:33:12.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...)É tão difícil falar e dizer coisas que não podem ser ditas. É tão silencioso. Como traduzir o silêncio do encontro real entre nós dois? Dificílimo contar. Olhei pra você fixamente por instantes. Tais momentos são meus segredos.Houve o que se chama de comunhão perfeita. Eu chamo isto de estado agudo de felicidade. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-6973367370093066262?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/6973367370093066262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=6973367370093066262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6973367370093066262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6973367370093066262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3566710229979933565</id><published>2009-04-12T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:14:39.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SeHxVh9f_5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CEYcPwZ91sY/s1600-h/muuu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323801586724503442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SeHxVh9f_5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CEYcPwZ91sY/s320/muuu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estava na sexta série , acho que eram onze anos que eu tinha, fui "obrigada" pela grade curricular e conteúdo da matéria de literatura a ler&lt;em&gt; " Clarissa " &lt;/em&gt;de Erico Verissimo, me apaixonei tanto por esse personagem , viciei , acredito que o Erico Verissimo também , afinal ele escreveu , creio eu, que foram 4 livros sobre ela os quais li todos, me afundei nessa menina , num dos livros , (é eu não lembro, rsrsrs ) um dos amigos da pensão da sua tia , pergunta para ela o que é que ela prefiria ver uma paisagem bela ou ir até esse lugar ? Lógico que a resposta foi que prefiria ir até o lugar , então ele lhe fez outra pergunta que não esperava por resposta "Então você prefere ficar a ler sobre romances ou então viver o seu próprio amor ?" Quando li pela primeira vez , parei e respondi,  com certeza , viver . viver , viver até a ultima gota , como se a pergunta fosse feita pra mim. E eu  sempre lembro disso , como uma pergunta que lateja na minha cabeça e eu, ainda continuo a responder a mesma coisa , até com mais intensidade que a primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fora, o luar cresce, tênue, inundando a paisagem.Clarissa infla as narinas. Parece-lhe que o luar tem um perfume todo especial. Se ela pudesse pegar o luar, fechá-lo na palma da mão, guardá-lo numa caixinha ou no fundo de uma gaveta para soltá-lo nas noites escuras…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trecho de Clarissa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3566710229979933565?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3566710229979933565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3566710229979933565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3566710229979933565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3566710229979933565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-me-mostrem-o-que-esperam-de-mim.html' title='&quot;Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração.&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SeHxVh9f_5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CEYcPwZ91sY/s72-c/muuu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4464116562531744991</id><published>2009-04-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:40:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>è...</title><content type='html'>Entender as linhas do tempo e do destino&lt;br /&gt;realmente é muito complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Não lá que eu queira entender ...&lt;br /&gt;O importante é que eu aprendi a viver novamente&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a encarar melhor meus medos&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a ser alguém melhor pra mim&lt;br /&gt;achei meus valores&lt;br /&gt;deixei os pesos nas costas pra lá&lt;br /&gt;deixei todos os meus erros onde eles aconteceram&lt;br /&gt;reconquistei o que me roubaram, pegaram,&lt;br /&gt;me permiti viver , simples assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respirar ...&lt;br /&gt;vento no rosto&lt;br /&gt;faz um bem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E até o tempo passa arrastado"&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo _Bebel/Cazuza/Dé/ Gilberto _ Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4464116562531744991?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4708985478659742075</id><published>2009-04-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:54:55.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pois é,&lt;br /&gt;Já foi ...&lt;br /&gt;Juro que tentei , dessa vez me conter.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu lá algum dia tive medo de voar ?&lt;br /&gt;Nem que fosse pra cair depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4708985478659742075?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4708985478659742075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4708985478659742075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4708985478659742075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4708985478659742075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/pois-e-ja-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1524543470937591714</id><published>2009-04-03T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:01:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outro dia pela manhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;andando pelo mesmo caminho de todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vi algo , cotidiano, comum, coisa que eu vejo sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e continuo , sem lá dar muita importância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vi , lembrei ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e não nego que sorri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorri assim sem perceber e até me constrangi desse sorisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvindo _Mundo Livre S.A_ Meu esquema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-1524543470937591714?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/1524543470937591714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=1524543470937591714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1524543470937591714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1524543470937591714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/outro-dia-pela-manha-andando-pelo-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4661894541430509389</id><published>2009-04-01T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:48:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frase da semana :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O prego mais brilhante , que fica em mais evidência é o primeiro a ser martelado" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditadao Japoronguês , segundo uma amiga do trabalho... rsrsrsr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4661894541430509389?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4661894541430509389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4661894541430509389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4661894541430509389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4661894541430509389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/04/frase-da-semana-o-prego-mais-brilhante.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-2707558712758244382</id><published>2009-03-31T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:43:19.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seguir em linha reta em direção á tudo o que amamos "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                                   &lt;/strong&gt;A Via Láctea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentada ...&lt;br /&gt;estava no mesmo lugar , sem nem avançar , nem regredir&lt;br /&gt;Gente que passava pra lá ,&lt;br /&gt;Gente que passava pra cá ,&lt;br /&gt;Gente perdida em gente .&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça já tão zonza&lt;br /&gt;de tanta informação , tanta claridade&lt;br /&gt;que nem conseguia distinguir a um metro do meu nariz .&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pulavam de um lado para o outro,&lt;br /&gt;e era mais gente que passava ,&lt;br /&gt;era mais gente que falava .&lt;br /&gt;Cansei !&lt;br /&gt;Berrei, me afundei , voltei .&lt;br /&gt;Voltei totalmente focada ,&lt;br /&gt;consegui retomar ,&lt;br /&gt;desde o principio&lt;br /&gt;a minha paz que hoje ninguém mais me rouba&lt;br /&gt;não mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo em frente ,&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes sem saber pra onde ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também quem disse que sempre precisamos saber pra onde o caminho nos leva ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Joga o sorriso no ar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E faça toda a noite brilhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joga a tristeza pro ar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo _ Natiruts_ Não chore meu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-2707558712758244382?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/2707558712758244382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=2707558712758244382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/2707558712758244382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/2707558712758244382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/03/seguir-em-linha-reta-em-direcao-tudo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-50183542049172624</id><published>2009-03-28T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:09:57.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tava lendo umas coisas entulhadas , um cadernos , recados e diários velhos ...&lt;br /&gt;foi quando eu li tal frase em um recado :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mas você sempre foi selvagem.... a que mais se entregava e sofria "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem lembrava de ter lido isso umdia , mas não conti minha risada , juro , incrivél como coisas dps ainda de 5, 10 anos ainda fazem sentido ... hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-50183542049172624?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/50183542049172624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=50183542049172624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/50183542049172624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/50183542049172624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/03/tava-lendo-umas-coisas-entulhadas-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3737019455007284064</id><published>2009-03-23T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:15:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lavei minha alma nesse domingo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gritei e joguei pra fora o que já não prestava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois absorvi uma energia nova , renovada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leve , fácil ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do jeito que eu quero daqui pra frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prometi não cobrar o impossivél de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou tentar fazer bem todos meus papéis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou dando tudo de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas eu sei que vou errar, vou escorregar , quebrar a cara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;fazer sofrer, fazer sorrir , aprender , imaginar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tudo isso e mais um pouco faz parte do caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O importante é que eu vou tentar sem medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sem "pré"conceitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou estar doada como mãe , como mulher, profissional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e principalmente ser humano REAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter what happens now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shouldn`t afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because i know today has been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most perfect day i've ever seen"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Videotape-Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3737019455007284064?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3737019455007284064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3737019455007284064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3737019455007284064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3737019455007284064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/03/lavei-minha-alma-nesse-domingo-gritei-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3171709832693576447</id><published>2009-03-21T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:12:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/ScTnMmJlQYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2Ybu_5hcWAs/s1600-h/relogio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315627663789212034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/ScTnMmJlQYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2Ybu_5hcWAs/s320/relogio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/ScTmpX-Kx9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ytmTjBDVwLw/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O segredo é só deixar sentir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixar se invandir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permita-se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/30855402-3171709832693576447?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3171709832693576447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3171709832693576447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3171709832693576447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3171709832693576447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-segredo-e-so-deixar-sentir-deixar-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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felizes , que me fazem respirar , sentir vontade de praia , banho de chuva , noite estrelada de cerveja e cigarro, tantas outras que me deixam ser eu . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas veja lá , em algum ponto do meu racicionio eu pensei em ti , talvez por uma boa conversa que tive , talvez por aos poucos eu reconquistar a parte boa do meu eu anterior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto tão livre , e mais ainda livre de você , daquele sentimento estranho e pesado , que sentiamos sim um pelo outro , que a na nossa ligação inconsciente você por fim me deixa , e é tão mais leve, precisaria poder sentir isso , ah ! como você precisava , quem sabe um dia , quem sabe por esses dias consiga compreender a minha simplicidade complexa . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é algumas falhas servem mais do que alguns acertos. Obrigada ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É só isso Não tem mais jeito boa sorte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um desencontro Veja por esse ponto Há tantas pessoas especiais"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boa sorte/good luck - Vanessa da mata / ben harper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-679295996167801641?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/679295996167801641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=679295996167801641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-180672604083962278</id><published>2009-02-18T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:10:49.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SZyiaL8wo7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mMXXjKmmDmY/s1600-h/5lugarPB_Chafariz_5_lugarPB_Genuina_Donato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SZyiaL8wo7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mMXXjKmmDmY/s320/5lugarPB_Chafariz_5_lugarPB_Genuina_Donato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293031903536050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Essa é a única verdade em nossa vida &lt;br /&gt;sentir,&lt;br /&gt;ser ,&lt;br /&gt;estar,&lt;br /&gt;ficar,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Só que ter a certeza absolutamente dolorida disso é de um imenso baque emocional , assim de fechar os olhos e cairem grandes lágrimas gordas.&lt;br /&gt;Ter essa verdade assim tão cedo é de cortar os sonhos e endurecer a alma&lt;br /&gt;E parecer que tenho autorização plena pra assumir meus medos e tentar não me envergonhar deles e o mais dificil enfrenta-lós de peito aberto e estendido .&lt;br /&gt;De assumir que muitas vezes a menina medrosa berra pra si mesma que é uma mulher centrada é que essa por sua vez tenta entender sua humanidade .&lt;br /&gt;Tento viver hoje um dia de cada vez a favor da minha sanidade , cada dia por si só para absorver a complexo de um só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-180672604083962278?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/180672604083962278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=180672604083962278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/180672604083962278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/180672604083962278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/02/solidao.html' title='Solidão.'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SZyiaL8wo7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mMXXjKmmDmY/s72-c/5lugarPB_Chafariz_5_lugarPB_Genuina_Donato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5951285150136471935</id><published>2009-02-18T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:33:54.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu realmente queria poder entender&lt;br /&gt;porque eu NUNCA terminei nada que comecei na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É se hoje eu tivesse um outro nome ele seria , catastrofe .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-5951285150136471935?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5951285150136471935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5951285150136471935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5951285150136471935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5951285150136471935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-realmente-queria-poder-entender.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1648667414400754361</id><published>2009-02-11T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:27:12.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SZNeMGpQB_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wqEiDU1VUM8/s1600-h/2628727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301684748380276722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SZNeMGpQB_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wqEiDU1VUM8/s320/2628727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou menina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou borboleta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo ao extremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejo loucamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falo metralhadamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dou colo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dou abraço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrego pra minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faço guerra pra defender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e também faço paz pra confortar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero o mundo inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e quero mais ainda meu quintal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minha vista pro mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meu aconchego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se me prometer lealdade eterna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terá alguém pra envelhecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Experimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Invento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tranfomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou fogo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou bicho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto do beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da conquista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do estrago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crio regras e também as desfaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faço birrinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beiçinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou um caminhão de emoção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Objetivada em marcar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou cosmopolitan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e sou interioriana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou duas metades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;misturadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;experimentadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou novidade antiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou completamente mulher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou me sentindo cada vez mais viva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respirar profundo e continuar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vim aqui pra conhecer .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/30855402-1648667414400754361?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/1648667414400754361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=1648667414400754361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1648667414400754361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1648667414400754361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou-menina-sou-borboleta-amo-ao-extremo.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SZNeMGpQB_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wqEiDU1VUM8/s72-c/2628727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5511752377924224855</id><published>2009-02-11T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:05:15.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Senta e me fala sobre o tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me conta as ultimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as velhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rimos das nossas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diz que vem pro almoço do domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pra eu fazer a mesma salada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e preparar o beicinho pro final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pra você esquentar a minha cama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e depois num outro dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me ligar de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pra dizer que não consegue dormir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sem meu abraço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e perguntar "o que será de nós?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E ai comparsa  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que será de nós ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que será do meu mim seu seu você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E da pista ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E da noite chuvosa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E de tantas outras coisas incompletas ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E se eu responder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;será que você me conta do meu medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou sei lá, receio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu bem porque meu inicio e meu fim é ai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E é você em cada ciclo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;em cada volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que tenho medo de lutar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas também de ficar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um você tão intenso em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que eu não quero nem pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;quero só ficar juntinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e deixar o dia correr lá fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;vai só me diz que vem pro nosso almoço de domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juro que eu tentei não escrever mais um texto saudosista mas foi dificil escutando Los Hermanos ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"e disso, bem, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fez-se esse nó.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e desse engodo eu vi luzir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de longe o teu farol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha ilha perdida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é aí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o meu pôr-do-sol."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paquetá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-5511752377924224855?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5511752377924224855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5511752377924224855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5511752377924224855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5511752377924224855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/02/senta-e-me-fala-sobre-o-tempo-me-conta.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3419997292409732933</id><published>2009-02-04T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:45:50.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Sou minha perna, sou meus cabelos, sou o trecho de luz mais branca no reboco da parede, sou cada pedaço infernal de mim – a vida em mim é tão insistente que se me partirem, como a uma lagartixa, os pedaços continuarão estremecendo e se mexendo. Sou o silêncio gravado numa parede, e a borboleta mais antiga esvoaça e me defronta: a mesma de sempre. De nascer até morrer é o que me chamo de humana, e nunca propriamente morrerei.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-3419997292409732933?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3419997292409732933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3419997292409732933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3419997292409732933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3419997292409732933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou-minha-perna-sou-meus-cabelos-sou-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4647706401732286338</id><published>2009-02-01T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:54:02.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar a escrever ... faz um bem !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4647706401732286338?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4647706401732286338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4647706401732286338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4647706401732286338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4647706401732286338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/02/voltar-escrever-faz-um-bem.html' title='Voltar a escrever ... faz um bem !'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-2082660306767153384</id><published>2009-02-01T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:51:54.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quero dançar com você"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SYYmIZk4UkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/opMS5U7HgI0/s1600-h/rsrsrsfd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297963937394348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SYYmIZk4UkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/opMS5U7HgI0/s320/rsrsrsfd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero uma valsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero um bolero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dai me um coração palpitante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mãos suadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e corpos rodopiantes . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dois a girar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dois a dançar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A música pouco importa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;é só não deixar de dançar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;não me deixar a dançar só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É só pra ser meu bem amado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;do inicio ao infinito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero dançar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;só dançar com você ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Danse avec vous chaque jour, chaque nuit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Danser avec vous et mon bien-aimé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Danse, nous sommes tous les deux interlace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Je paire à la fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixa o destino agir e nós por a dançar a sós . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixa estar . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;beijo.au revoir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ao som de Amado _ Vanessa da Mata - música inspiradora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/30855402-2082660306767153384?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/2082660306767153384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-6752135993137365254</id><published>2009-01-11T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:09:18.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como escrever dos melhores e piores dias até a sua atual existência&lt;br /&gt;Explicar que o seu pior defeito que o que você tem de melhor&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo depois que o mundo vira de ponta cabeça ele ainda continua a girar&lt;br /&gt;Basta você não se cegar&lt;br /&gt;Como exemplificar a imensidão de falta que em algumas noites eu sinto do seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;mais ainda das melodias&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisas que passam e repassam e continuas a mesma em sua forma&lt;br /&gt;Eita vida !&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça cheia entrando em ordem&lt;br /&gt;È sempre necessario um bom tempo pro castelo se reorganizar após uma ventania .&lt;br /&gt;Mas tb é sempre possivél&lt;br /&gt;Sempre !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-6752135993137365254?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/6752135993137365254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=6752135993137365254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6752135993137365254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/6752135993137365254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-escrever-dos-melhores-e-piores.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-559983949024518609</id><published>2008-06-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:42:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pequena mudança .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SF-noRYzTCI/AAAAAAAAACk/-IEwI5n-3D4/s1600-h/ri41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215071203822357538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SF-noRYzTCI/AAAAAAAAACk/-IEwI5n-3D4/s320/ri41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logo qd o Gui nasceu eu ganhei uma revista, nem lembro qual era , só lembro bem que a ultima página era uma matéria escrita pela Denise Fraga em que o titulo era &lt;strong&gt;"Filho revela tudo".&lt;/strong&gt; Bom ao "alto" desses meses, acho que mtas coisas a mim foram "reveladas" dentre elas quem fica e quem vai, da minha vida, quem é bom e quem é ordinário, e que eu não vou aguentar mais nada que me desagrada, calma lá, não virei uma total radical não ! Só que não fico mais aguentando o que eu não devo e pra quem ou o que eu já suportei em demasia, bye bye, del. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos são livres para tomarem suas decisões, escolhas e caminhos e cá estou eu a escolher os meus destinos, alguns meio inesperados e diferentes daquilo que eu havia imaginado um dia , mas todos eles leves pra mim , talvez árduos mais leves e é isso o que importa. Porque eu decidi que ninguém mais vai me fazer sofrer a não ser o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho sim que tudo isso eu devo a pequena pessoa que vive comigo 24 hrs por dia ao lado. colado, que nem fala e nem anda, mas que só a presença já muda tudo e que me mostrou que tudo só depende de mim, então porque aturar calada , se posso de maneira sutilmente educada me retirar ?!? Ser mãe me fez mais mulher, mais ser humano e mais forte pra tudo o que possa ocorrer e também mais decidida e confiante pra seguir firme nessa estrada doida. Sem contar o fato de te deixar "ausente" em algumas situações , tendo como lugar a confortavél poltrona de expectador, para poder ver , analisar e reter ou adicionar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje depois de 7 meses , ainda continuo a faxina na minha vida e acho que perdurará por um bom tempo, talvez até o fim e até poderia aqui deixar uma frase para as futuras mães um dia se lembrarem de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Filho não revela, escancará tudo "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/30855402-559983949024518609?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/559983949024518609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=559983949024518609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/559983949024518609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/559983949024518609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2008/06/pequena-mudana.html' title='pequena mudança .'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/SF-noRYzTCI/AAAAAAAAACk/-IEwI5n-3D4/s72-c/ri41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-8480271466135633066</id><published>2007-11-28T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:48:11.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/R021xdgTQHI/AAAAAAAAACU/PV9az33rPnI/s1600-h/2511_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137962611237929074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/R021xdgTQHI/AAAAAAAAACU/PV9az33rPnI/s320/2511_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"Em tempos assim, você aprende a viver de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em tempos assim, você dá e dá de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em tempos assim, você aprende a amar de novo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foo Figters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-8480271466135633066?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/8480271466135633066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=8480271466135633066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/8480271466135633066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/8480271466135633066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/11/em-tempos-assim-voc-aprende-viver-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/R021xdgTQHI/AAAAAAAAACU/PV9az33rPnI/s72-c/2511_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5477560608087336947</id><published>2007-08-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:03:48.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como carne morta dos dias de ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RrTpctwIIOI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wlbMPQUu5Y/s1600-h/cadeira%20vazia%20-.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094953757989937378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RrTpctwIIOI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wlbMPQUu5Y/s320/cadeira%2520vazia%2520-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os dedos acariciam o piano na música que ela escuta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sentada a uma velha cadeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ela revê as fotos com sorissos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;de um coração leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que não mais existe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cartas de amores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que ela empurrou ao vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida leva e traz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma dose para as dores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais um comprimido para as lembranças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais um cigarro para o que não foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" A gente pode começar tudo denovo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quando o velho mora em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e vai junto a onde quer que seja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O violino chora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O sol se despede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E a valsa continua sem dança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvindo_La Valse des Vieux&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/30855402-5477560608087336947?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5477560608087336947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5477560608087336947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5477560608087336947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5477560608087336947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/08/como-carne-morta-dos-dias-de-ontem.html' title='Como carne morta dos dias de ontem'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RrTpctwIIOI/AAAAAAAAABM/2wlbMPQUu5Y/s72-c/cadeira%2520vazia%2520-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-9081427181096871401</id><published>2007-08-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:45:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cuidado com aquilo que você deseja, talvez ele se torne real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-9081427181096871401?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/9081427181096871401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=9081427181096871401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/9081427181096871401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/9081427181096871401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/08/cuidado-com-aquilo-que-voc-deseja.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1200820525351261624</id><published>2007-06-10T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:57:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dentro da menina ainda dança. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-1200820525351261624?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/1200820525351261624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=1200820525351261624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1200820525351261624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1200820525351261624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/06/dentro-da-menina-ainda-dana.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-3634638343781121364</id><published>2007-04-30T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:13:48.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente esquece mesmo ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RjZp7XSKFXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rBb1vZ6XeM/s1600-h/pescasolitaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059347699980703090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RjZp7XSKFXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rBb1vZ6XeM/s320/pescasolitaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que você não coloca o som alto e limpa seu quarto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q não ouve uma banda nova ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q não anda mais descalça e deita no quintal olhando o céu azul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q o céu não é mais tão azul assim ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q vc não conversa 20 min com alguém no telefone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo que não senta no sofá e ri a noite inteira ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não senta na frente do mar e fica quetinha ouvindo o som das ondas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não senta no bar e tem uma conversa produtiva ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não deita no colo e conversa coisa futéis ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não abraça ninguém ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q naum ouve mais "eu te amo"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não levanta quando acorda de manhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q deseja fugir ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não vê o por-do-sol no final da sua rua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q não vê o resto da sua familia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que você não pensa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz q não toma um banho de chuva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que naum ouve sinceridade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que você coleciona olheiras ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantos anos envelheceu nos ultimos dois ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas pedras você guarda no seu bolso ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que não senta direito com as costas erguidas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tenpo faz que seu mundo se resume em uma palavra ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que vc não gargalha ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que vc não se sente acolhida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz que você não se diverte numa pista de dança ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tenpo faz ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto tempo hein?!?&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/30855402-3634638343781121364?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/3634638343781121364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=3634638343781121364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3634638343781121364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/3634638343781121364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/04/gente-esquece-mesmo.html' title='A gente esquece mesmo ....'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RjZp7XSKFXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rBb1vZ6XeM/s72-c/pescasolitaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-4651600806815245879</id><published>2007-04-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:28:04.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até onde você puder olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ignoro esse desespero que urra, contra o qual nada posso. Minha decisão é de enterrar de uma vez  essa história já que é melhor ser indiferente e indigna do que infeliz e patética"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os mesmos dias desprezivéis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As mesmas horas jogadas no lixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mesmo amor descartavél &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a dor constante e insuprivél &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não importa se você está em Paris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou em São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou em New York &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou em Roma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A diferença são os nivéis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A visão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas  o sentimento de ??? é o mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o mesmo ahh entalado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o mesmo é dai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque todas as noites serão divertidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e em todos os amanheceres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;logo após o banho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sentada na cama haverá uma garota chorando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se sentido vazia, feia e sozinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não haverá nem abraço sem alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nem beijo sem doce que supra isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque elas tem um tornado no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque um tempo depois elas vão cansar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te tentar mostrar quem são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te tentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vão se render &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e fingir pro mundo que se tornaram boas moças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas vão continuar a chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trancadas em algum lugar escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se sentindo impuras e grosseiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas lavando o rosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dizendo pra si mesmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu tenho que continuar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque o mundo quer ser bonito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mesmo sendo falso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-4651600806815245879?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/4651600806815245879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=4651600806815245879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4651600806815245879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/4651600806815245879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-onde-voc-puder-olhar.html' title='Até onde você puder olhar'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-460845770222868494</id><published>2007-03-30T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T04:48:23.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/Rgz37LkOzmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VBzv0fAUD0w/s1600-h/pescasolitaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047681878464581218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/Rgz37LkOzmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VBzv0fAUD0w/s320/pescasolitaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se engane. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você está só. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que há sua volta tenham dezenas de pessoas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que em algumas horas elas te abracem e te reforcem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se engane. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque a vida é número ímpar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida 1 + 0 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E uma cadeia de enganos solitários&lt;/strong&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/30855402-460845770222868494?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/460845770222868494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=460845770222868494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/460845770222868494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/460845770222868494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-se-engane.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/Rgz37LkOzmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VBzv0fAUD0w/s72-c/pescasolitaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-1713585765675019428</id><published>2007-03-02T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:51:59.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra variar, eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/Ref7pbAc_VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R_YctdqsaGE/s1600-h/pierrot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037271397280054610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/Ref7pbAc_VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R_YctdqsaGE/s320/pierrot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sempre acreditei que água e oléo não se misturavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sempre acreditei em outras coisas tolas que não significavam nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu ri, chorei, surtei, pulei, esqueci, esperei e desisti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E pouco depois que eu desisti eu consegui .... em partes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em outras nem sei bem o que é verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada de concreto mas isso nem me preocupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pois já é situação corriquera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu só me preocupo na hora que me dá medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e nem me pergunte os quais , poréns e porques disto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há coisas que eu sinto  e me deixo sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sem saber de onde e pra onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ás vezes o certo é liberta-se dos pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daqueles bem pesados que só te fazem pirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e perder horas detalhando situações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que não vão ter explicações lógicas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que meu medo costumeiro só vai desmanchar aquilo que é confortavél &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e desequilibrar as cartas que com tanto esforço eu arrumava em um castelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E nem por isso você vai poder me culpar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pòrque naum é nada racional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pelo contrario . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu só queria é muito me livrar de teorias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de pré- alguma coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e de sei lá mais o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque eu sou errada, incerta e medrosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu assumo tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E tento que fique mais fácil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas eu sou só uma parte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvindo_Monbojó _ "Não tema esse é o reino da alegria"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/30855402-1713585765675019428?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/1713585765675019428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=1713585765675019428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1713585765675019428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/1713585765675019428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/03/pra-variar-eu.html' title='Pra variar, eu'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/Ref7pbAc_VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R_YctdqsaGE/s72-c/pierrot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-5255597150890967037</id><published>2007-02-18T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:01:13.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RdjLaaODZrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xB8krM_0sIQ/s1600-h/ceu%20vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032996238161831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RdjLaaODZrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xB8krM_0sIQ/s320/ceu%2520vermelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O céu não é nem o começo do limite. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é mais ou menos uma indicação do caminho. &lt;/strong&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/30855402-5255597150890967037?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/5255597150890967037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=5255597150890967037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5255597150890967037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/5255597150890967037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-cu-no-nem-o-comeo-do-limite.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzENMqVu1oA/RdjLaaODZrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xB8krM_0sIQ/s72-c/ceu%2520vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-117093980368576699</id><published>2007-02-08T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T05:03:23.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/475556/pierrot%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/137862/pierrot%25202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tire suas máscaras  e se torne real &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-117093980368576699?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/117093980368576699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=117093980368576699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/117093980368576699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/117093980368576699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/02/tire-suas-mscaras-e-se-torne-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-117067461712656945</id><published>2007-02-05T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:34:36.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mais uma vez aqui eu vou ficar "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/611297/fuga%20-%20simon%20lyutakov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/684131/fuga%2520-%2520simon%2520lyutakov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A história é um romance que aconteceu; o romance é a história que poderia ter acontecido "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules Goncourt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu só o enxerguei quando ele não poderia mais ser meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu só me permiti quando ele já não era permitido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivemos entre chegadas e partidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre esperando o dia perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que ele nunca existirá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora a gente deixa pra mais tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando se esbarrar numa esquina de paralelepipedos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saindo de um café lá pelas 4 da tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sendo livres e leves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvindo_Cat power... I don't blame you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/30855402-117067461712656945?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/117067461712656945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=117067461712656945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/117067461712656945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/117067461712656945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/02/mais-uma-vez-aqui-eu-vou-ficar.html' title='&quot;Mais uma vez aqui eu vou ficar &quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-117024100442575893</id><published>2007-01-31T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:58:42.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lembre-se somente do frescor dos morangos."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/692798/embora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/303015/embora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poupe-me do que tem a me dizer&lt;br /&gt;poupe-me do beneficio da dúvida&lt;br /&gt;poupe-me dos planos que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;poupe-me de tudo o que ainda tem pra acontecer&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que está aqui&lt;br /&gt;e da decepção das coisas que não virão&lt;br /&gt;Não me olhe mais&lt;br /&gt;e sequer segure minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Não vele mais meus passos&lt;br /&gt;e sequer lembre de "nós"&lt;br /&gt;Quero perder meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sumir&lt;br /&gt;E ser mais um vulto que esporadicamente&lt;br /&gt;passa na sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Como a lembrança do melhor verão que já viveu&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser poupada dos mesmos rostos carancudos todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;de encontrões e empurrões no mêtro&lt;br /&gt;de abusos com olhares&lt;br /&gt;e da solidão de mais um zero na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser covarde&lt;br /&gt;e fugir pra bem longe&lt;br /&gt;de onde nasci e estou&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter o dom de ser quem sou&lt;br /&gt;livre de amarras.&lt;br /&gt;Então vou pegar o próximo trem&lt;br /&gt;para o mais longe que conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Poupar você da frustração que eu seria&lt;br /&gt;e das lágrimas desta despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Vou poupar nos de uma vida estática&lt;br /&gt;que já estava traçada&lt;br /&gt;E desenhar um novo destino todo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Poupar-me de ver os morangos que ontem eram perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;e amanhã estaram negros e estragados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo_Ela Voltou Diferente_Monbojó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-117024100442575893?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/117024100442575893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=117024100442575893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/117024100442575893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/117024100442575893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/01/lembre-se-somente-do-frescor-dos.html' title='&quot;Lembre-se somente do frescor dos morangos.&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116947130156951743</id><published>2007-01-22T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:10:06.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/781504/crianca-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/33521/crianca-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Odeio as almas estreitas, sem bálsamo e sem veneno, feitas sem nada de bondade e sem nada de maldade"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116947130156951743?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116947130156951743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116947130156951743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116947130156951743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116947130156951743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/01/odeio-as-almas-estreitas-sem-blsamo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116947069614982790</id><published>2007-01-22T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:58:16.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" never again "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116947069614982790?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116947069614982790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116947069614982790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116947069614982790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116947069614982790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-again.html' title='&quot; never again &quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116912204763166342</id><published>2007-01-18T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:07:27.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"pra mim o amanhã será sempre o primeiro dia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/200298/brokenthingstaybroken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/681640/brokenthingstaybroken.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amor feito aquele filme cult que passa de madrugada na tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E que acaba feito castelo de cartas . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas passa e nem se quer mais saber disso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tragédias com o tempo tornam-se piadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mas e ai, como fica seu coração ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aparentemente bem. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas depois de um ano dá para se ter certeza que não! não ficou nada bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiro desistiu e pedrificou seus medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;depois se esbaudou de água quente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e ficou vulneravél &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medroso ao ponto atacar pra se proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fraco demais para tentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora está o mais perto do aceitavél possivél&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só que por todo esse processo o destino me serviu agradavéis opções &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e despreparada nem vi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comi e deixei o prato na pia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi dezenas de pessoas passarem feito uma estrela cadente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Umas se acostaram e passaram temporadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outras só deu pra ver o feiche de luz correndo no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste um ano gastei meu corpo e a minha alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com errados, certos e meio termos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensei só na diversão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nem pensei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fui raciocinar a merda só no dia seguinte ao acordar numa cama desconhecida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou quando estava sozinha com frio esperando o onibus que não chegava nunca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivi no limite dos sentimentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bons e ruins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora ele me castiga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou então me prepara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seus planos pra mim são obscuros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim me entrego de bom grado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque ele - o destino- tem mais experiência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e no final sempre me deixa num lugar confortavél.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvindo_ Strokes _ I'Cant Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116912204763166342?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116912204763166342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116912204763166342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116912204763166342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116912204763166342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/01/pra-mim-o-amanh-ser-sempre-o-primeiro.html' title='&quot;pra mim o amanhã será sempre o primeiro dia&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116812618003247386</id><published>2007-01-06T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:29:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ciclo começa outra vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/203418/flor_de_lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/850574/flor_de_lotus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No começo do ano todos fazem suas promessas e resoluções para o ano ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bom estão são as minhas :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me esquecer jamais que o mundo é cruel, mas ainda há pessoas descentes nele por mais que na hora eu não consiga ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tirar carta (desse ano não passa!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viajar mais e mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trabalhar mais ainda, mas aproveitar as folgas também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprender mais sobre fotografia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltar para o teatro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentar julgar o menos possivél. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me dedicar mais as pessoas que eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sair mais pra jantar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazer minhas dps e não pegar mais nenhuma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me perder porque tudo parece duro demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentar ser o mais livre possivél (essa tem todos os anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emagrecer , mas não pirar por isso (bem dificil essa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abrangir meus horizontes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xingar menos e ter menos ataques de raiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ter um relacionamento SÉRIO (essa tá quase missão impossivél)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentar passar por cima do meu orgulho mais vezes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não faltar a nenhum compromisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adiantar o máximo possivél meu Tcc (vamolá grupo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai são poucas dá pra cumprir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com a imagem da flor de lotús pra ser a simbologia do ano, que para quem não sabe pela mitologia é a junção dos quatro elementos , um exemplo de diferença e independencia ao homem. Significa também a expansão espiritual, do sagrado, do puro. Dizem que quando Buda tocou o solo em seus 7 primeiros passos sairam 7 flores de lotús, com imagens que representam mantras e os chacras basicamente é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boa sorte á todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116812618003247386?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116812618003247386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116812618003247386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116812618003247386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116812618003247386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-ciclo-comea-outra-vez.html' title='Um ciclo começa outra vez...'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116484833346875002</id><published>2006-11-29T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:58:53.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visão romântica de uma gota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/1600/983842/chuvagota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/792/3317/320/510176/chuvagota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que somos como gotas de chuva ... nascemos dos céus, caimos numa poça, somos levados pela correnteza passamos por lugares agradavéis outros nem tanto ... outros nem um pouco, precisamos ser filtrados e limpos, caminhamos novamente por lugares bons e ruins e passamos por limpeza novamente, assim criamos experiência e contamos com a sorte, depois de uma saga, acabamos em fim no mar e quando nos acostumamos com a serenidade e paz voltamos aos céus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvindo_Radiohead_2+2=5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e inspirada pela chuva constante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116484833346875002?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116484833346875002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116484833346875002&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116484833346875002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116484833346875002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/11/viso-romntica-de-uma-gota_29.html' title='Visão romântica de uma gota'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116416267286871366</id><published>2006-11-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:31:12.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/laragazzadiporcellana3wz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/laragazzadiporcellana3wz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais que carne, sangue e ossos.&lt;br /&gt;Algo entre razão e coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria disfarçadamente mais coração.&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria carência de afeto.&lt;br /&gt;E também falta de porto-seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Diria mais ainda ...&lt;br /&gt;timidez&lt;br /&gt;tempo&lt;br /&gt;perdão&lt;br /&gt;E amor&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, muito desse ultimo.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda, que reconheço meus deslizes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não foi tarde demais... Por sorte, ou por outro motivo inexplicável.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço pela presença em todas as horas mesmo que não em corpo.&lt;br /&gt;E á Deus pelas marcas de pregos que me fizeram de cristal e pela alma que ilumina aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesma que ainda perdida em algum universo paralelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fá serei sempre seu trampolim para a realidade, e te levarei castelo rá-tim-bum pra te lembrar quem você é, fada .... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo por demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116416267286871366?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116416267286871366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116416267286871366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116416267286871366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116416267286871366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/11/mutante.html' title='Mutante'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116356214902111162</id><published>2006-11-14T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:48:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotidiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/abelha%20135.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/abelha%20135.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom dia - Los Hermanos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olha as flores que eu trouxe pra você, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São pra comemorar aquele dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que passei a viver do teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me lembro, entre nós não havia quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora é só você que me faz cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E é só você que me faz cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Havia mil motivos pra eu não estar naquele show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o nosso destino foi escrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sob o som de uma banda qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me lembro, em setembro conheci minha mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora é só você que me faz cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O encanto está em tornar o cotidiano agradavelmente vicioso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada manhã inaqualavel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada noite misteriosa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada passo uma descoberta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rodar junto com a vida e dançar junto com as horas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Envelhecer junto ao conforto do amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ter em ti a força dos laços e do afeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O valor de cada almoço de domingo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ter certeza de que nada foi em vão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tentei achar um link mas não consegui, escutem essa música é otima a sensação dela e ainda fala de setembro olha que maravilha.... hahahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sejam sinceros enquanto durem meus amores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116356214902111162?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116356214902111162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116356214902111162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116356214902111162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116356214902111162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/11/cotidiano.html' title='Cotidiano'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116335146451615769</id><published>2006-11-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:20:08.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" a arte de esperar "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/156-1841-a-chuva%20na%20cidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/156-1841-a-chuva%20na%20cidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/m??os.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponteiros do relogio correndo&lt;br /&gt;Velho dilema ir ou esperar&lt;br /&gt;alma aprisionada&lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa diz "fique!"&lt;br /&gt;Mas intuições não valem de nada mesmo não é?!?&lt;br /&gt;Virar o rosto e partir mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o presente que mais pede á Deus&lt;br /&gt;atravessa seu caminho ali no outro lado da rua.&lt;br /&gt;Uma batida estranha no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu estou doente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RcGAwVUJ6Q&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RcGAwVUJ6Q&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116335146451615769?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116335146451615769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116335146451615769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116335146451615769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116335146451615769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/11/arte-de-esperar.html' title='&quot; a arte de esperar &quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116294918854831581</id><published>2006-11-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:26:28.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitavél</title><content type='html'>Sentir saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Querer algo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Ser menina. Ser moleque. Ser mulher tudo misturado.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o tempo se encarregar.&lt;br /&gt;Te amar cada segundo que ficar do seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Te esquecer cada segundo que estiver distante.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir raiva.&lt;br /&gt;querer largar tudo e ir tentar descobrir o que faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;Gostar de música.&lt;br /&gt;Fumar.&lt;br /&gt;Comer.&lt;br /&gt;Respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Dar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Cansar.&lt;br /&gt;Partir.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Amar, muito.&lt;br /&gt;Se Decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;Trair.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Levar.&lt;br /&gt;Dormir... junto.&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma ideologia.&lt;br /&gt;Lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mudaram as estações, nada mudou mas eu sei que alguma coisa aconteceu, está tudo assim... tão diferente " Cássia Eller.&lt;br /&gt;Pode dizer que eu toh em depressão pra ouvir Cássia Eller&lt;br /&gt;Bloqueio Criativo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116294918854831581?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116294918854831581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116294918854831581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116294918854831581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116294918854831581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/11/inevitavl.html' title='Inevitavél'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116169665338282465</id><published>2006-10-24T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:30:53.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where is my mind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magicamente perdida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estranhamente sozinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E incrivelmente bem . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Periodos de mudanças sempre ao modo confuso/turbulhento&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/30855402-116169665338282465?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116169665338282465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116169665338282465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116169665338282465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116169665338282465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-is-my-mind.html' title='&quot;Where is my mind&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116154959567217230</id><published>2006-10-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:40:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sinceridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lealdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cumplicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116154959567217230?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116154959567217230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116154959567217230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116154959567217230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116154959567217230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/10/sinceridade.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-116000527278145689</id><published>2006-10-04T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:46:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"trava"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/cadeadoxis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/cadeadoxis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travar é parar na frente do computador e não saber explicar o que aquele bolo de sentimentos que te envolve agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não saber porque acha que sente saudade, só que não é saudade, é falta mas também não é falta e alguma coisa parecida com isso e algo que você tem certeza que não tem mais dentro do caldeirão de emoções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travar e forçar acontecer uma explosão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É fingir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É se distrair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travar é se sentir com uma muralha da china a sua volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não querer ser tocado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ter a certeza que não vai passar logo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E cansar da luta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não ter armas mais pra luta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ser um iceberg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ser feliz atrás das grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ter sombras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E correr sabe se lá pra onde, sabe se lá de quê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E consecutivamente esperar o final de semana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ser criança e não ganhar presente no Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travar acontece de uma hora pra outra, acontece depois de um trauma, depois de excessos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E alguém se despedir, passar a chave e joga-lá fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E maluquice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E insatisfação. É isso insatisfação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travar envolve todas as minhas personalidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E amarrar todas e tentar mistura-lás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvindo_All my life_Foo Figthers_ "A" música copiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-116000527278145689?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/116000527278145689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=116000527278145689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116000527278145689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/116000527278145689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/10/trava_04.html' title='&quot;trava&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115962744472246977</id><published>2006-09-30T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:50:41.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para garotas bonitas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/hopper_eleven_am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/hopper_eleven_am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Ser bela é um fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ser bela e esperta é uma maldição."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115962744472246977?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115962744472246977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115962744472246977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115962744472246977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115962744472246977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/09/para-garotas-bonitas.html' title='Para garotas bonitas...'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115836592583722055</id><published>2006-09-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:18:45.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dar pode durar dias, semana, meses para os mais desavisados anos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/borboleta_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/borboleta_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No meu caso foram meses mesmo, meses intercalados.&lt;br /&gt;E agora me vejo no me limite&lt;br /&gt;No me limite de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;No meu limite de promiscuidade&lt;br /&gt;No meu limite de dar e não ter porra nenhuma pra pensar antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Não ter porra nenhuma dentro da merda do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Então dei um tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo pra todos os pedaços de outros se acostumarem a ser meus.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para arrumar a minha parte transformada em simulacro&lt;br /&gt;Tempo&lt;br /&gt;O melhor conselho&lt;br /&gt;O melhor ombro&lt;br /&gt;O melhor amor em recessos&lt;br /&gt;Porque as mudanças uma hora se impõe a sua face&lt;br /&gt;E precisa ser muito burro e cego para não faze-lás.&lt;br /&gt;A superficialidade agora me incomoda, junto com o cheiro de cigarro impregnado nas roupas e cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115836592583722055?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115836592583722055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115836592583722055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115836592583722055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115836592583722055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/09/dar-pode-durar-dias-semana-meses-para.html' title='&quot;Dar pode durar dias, semana, meses para os mais desavisados anos&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115595019578087471</id><published>2006-08-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:16:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Abrace me e diga que vou me acertar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/1155728011_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/1155728011_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de uma conversa sobre amor que começou por culpa do meu post passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de umas certas lágrimas, horas e neuronios queimados ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou doente&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Imagens e palavras voam&lt;br /&gt;Como segundos antes da morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sing it please, please, pleaseCome back and sing to me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Músicas sempre significaram mais&lt;br /&gt;Parece que eu estou perdida andando em circulos&lt;br /&gt;Escuto vozes mas eu não consigo segui lás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questionsOh let's go back to the start”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O velho sabio ainda me sorri&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo “Eu sei”&lt;br /&gt;Como se todas as respostas fossem fáceis&lt;br /&gt;Como respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And honey you should knowThat I could never go on”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sempre virando a próxima esquina&lt;br /&gt;Querendo fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas é impossivel&lt;br /&gt;Quando cartazes seus estão colados por todos os lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m inI’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem eu ainda sentia&lt;br /&gt;Que haviam peças quebradas dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é mais uma grande incerteza&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que sobra quando boas lembranças aparecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And I know the mistakes that I madeSee it all disappear without a trace”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O momento mais dificil é aquele&lt;br /&gt;Depois do antes&lt;br /&gt;E antes do depois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Meet me on the road, meet me where I saidBlame it all upon. A rush of blood to the head”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;È dificil com tantas encruzilhadas&lt;br /&gt;È dificil saber também&lt;br /&gt;Qual é mesmo o jeito&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu me acostumei com a dor&lt;br /&gt;E até passei a gostar dela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where do we go to draw the lineI’ve gotta’ say I’ve wasted all your time, honey honey&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu mudei no dia&lt;br /&gt;Que trocaram&lt;br /&gt;Minhas “onze horas”&lt;br /&gt;Por arbustos de espinhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The closing walls and the ticking clocksGonna come back “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas está não é a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é mais longo&lt;br /&gt;Mas entre chegadas e partidas&lt;br /&gt;Eu me acho perfeitamente outra vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115595019578087471?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115595019578087471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115595019578087471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115595019578087471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115595019578087471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/abrace-me-e-diga-que-vou-me-acertar.html' title='&quot;Abrace me e diga que vou me acertar&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115578622699531898</id><published>2006-08-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:43:47.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"somos todos cartas de um baralho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/carta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/carta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhos passeiam pelo ambiente&lt;br /&gt;Olhares penetram as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Flutua sobre a pista de dança&lt;br /&gt;E sorri&lt;br /&gt;Sorri.&lt;br /&gt;Doce recheado por uma pedra&lt;br /&gt;Que água não fura&lt;br /&gt;Mas o acaso&lt;br /&gt;E o mistério do fato, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Luzes piscam enquanto seus cabelos se desarrumam&lt;br /&gt;Coisas se partem e coisas se juntam&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os dados rolam&lt;br /&gt;Enebreada pela nuvem de fumaça costumeira&lt;br /&gt;Para disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;E dar tempo pra pensar com exatidão a próxima jogada&lt;br /&gt;Engana-se ás vezes é lógico&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes propositalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Taças tintilam&lt;br /&gt;E acordos secretos fechados&lt;br /&gt;E apoiados por fiéis parceiros&lt;br /&gt;Conselhos aqui de nada valem&lt;br /&gt;E nem planos anteriormente feitos&lt;br /&gt;Só táticas especiais&lt;br /&gt;E o dom de improvisar&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ter&lt;br /&gt;Mas só a parte oferecida&lt;br /&gt;Pentágonos aqui são a forma perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Cartas na mesa...&lt;br /&gt;Visíveis jamais&lt;br /&gt;Cabe ao jogador fazer e pagar por suas apostas&lt;br /&gt;E saber a hora também que se envolve demais&lt;br /&gt;E propor um acordo para juntar as forças&lt;br /&gt;E continuar por um tempo incerto&lt;br /&gt;Porque além das peças existe ...&lt;br /&gt;o acaso e o costume&lt;br /&gt;E uma vez dentro não se pode mais sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115578622699531898?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115578622699531898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115578622699531898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115578622699531898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115578622699531898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/somos-todos-cartas-de-um-baralho.html' title='&quot;somos todos cartas de um baralho'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115541519203794565</id><published>2006-08-12T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:39:52.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think I'm paranoid"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/sexo-y-violencia_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/sexo-y-violencia_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E alguém a de entender ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... a minha mente paranóica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... os meus desejos insanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... meus pensamentos promíscuos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Me roube, me negocie, de qualquer jeito você me cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me mutile, me domestique, você nunca pode me mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me ame, goste de mim, vá em frente e lute comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me agrade, brigue comigo, vá em frente e me deixe"garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvindo_Nirvana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115541519203794565?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115541519203794565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115541519203794565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115541519203794565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115541519203794565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-im-paranoid.html' title='&quot;I think I&apos;m paranoid&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115516062318160490</id><published>2006-08-09T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:57:03.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"vidas frageis e repetidas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as pessoas me cansam, sabia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando eu paro e as vozes não,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando elas me irritam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando elas são nervosas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando não são práticas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando comem iguais a cavalos e estralam os dentes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando dançam descompassadamente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me cantam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me acordam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando querem amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando querem ser felizes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qunado bebem demais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me dão sono, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando querem uma vida confortável, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando falam de sexo com carinho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando compram bichos de pelúcia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando vão ao cinema sábado á noite em casal, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando sentem ciúmes e qd deixam de sentir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando ligam e querem conversar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me impreguinam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me mandam ler textos enormes e chatos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando são do jeito que eu imaginava, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando olham muito o relógio, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando querem um carro do ano, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando malham, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando comem como elefantes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando andam como uma lesma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando arrastam suas patas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando esbarram em mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando monopolizam algo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando não são porra nenhuma e se acham reis/rainhas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando são chatas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando são muito simpaticas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando demoram pra escrever, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando falam baixo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando são burras como uma porta, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando acordam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando dormem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bom pessoas no geral me cansam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu me canso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por detalhes e por falhas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acho que eu preciso de uma arma.&lt;/strong&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/30855402-115516062318160490?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115516062318160490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115516062318160490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115516062318160490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115516062318160490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/vidas-frageis-e-repetidas.html' title='&quot;vidas frageis e repetidas&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115507234713065293</id><published>2006-08-08T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:25:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and the infinite sadness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/imag120404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/imag120404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jovens corações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desapegos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ilusões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais um fim de tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na mesma calçada manchada pelas flores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com idéias malucas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;encrustadas em seus santos cerebros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais uma viagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pra uma terra do nunca ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... triste, exotica ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais um final de semana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de mentiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alheias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e internas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para acalmar seu impuro corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tratar a sua mente insana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alimentar seus mostros internos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para que não se apresentem ao mundo externo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais algumas dores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para a felicidade de seus amigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uma noite mau dormida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sem sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para continuar a semana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a devasa rotina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e aguentar a espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do resgate de seu peter pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115507234713065293?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115507234713065293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115507234713065293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115507234713065293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115507234713065293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-infinite-sadness.html' title='&quot;and the infinite sadness&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115466595704966759</id><published>2006-08-03T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:32:37.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"com formas e com porques, ou não ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/menininha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/menininha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Triângulos, quadrados, retângulos e pontos amorosos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Casais também&lt;br /&gt;Porque o coração é burro&lt;br /&gt;Porque na diversão sempre rola confusão&lt;br /&gt;Porque a gente se apaixona pelo o que não pode&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor mora logo ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando aparece demora pra ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Porque por mais de anos você ainda sente ciúmes quando ele aparece com a namorada nova&lt;br /&gt;Porque comparar é inevitável&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não escolhe porcaria nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele dói mesmo que seja feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque é dependência química&lt;br /&gt;Porque é ser idiota&lt;br /&gt;Porque é sinônimo de confusão&lt;br /&gt;Porque é relacionamento humano e envolve mais de um ser humano&lt;br /&gt;E coisas que envolvem mais de um ser humano envolvem, mais de uma alma, mais de uma mente e mais de um mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Já sentiu a complicação?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115466595704966759?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115466595704966759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115466595704966759&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115466595704966759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115466595704966759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/com-formas-e-com-porques-ou-no_03.html' title='&quot;com formas e com porques, ou não ?&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115449353602389428</id><published>2006-08-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:38:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" As mesmas e as outras coisas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/911865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/911865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grosserias&lt;br /&gt;Tapas&lt;br /&gt;Beliscões ...&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo lugar de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Com os mesmos amores&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas dores&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos cheiros&lt;br /&gt;Os meus e os teus misturados&lt;br /&gt;Os teus um pouco fracos&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o meu olfato que já não é mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez minha memória que se vê obrigada a novos cheiros todos os dias tenha te apagado ...&lt;br /&gt;Assim como defesa&lt;br /&gt;Como algo que já não importa tanto&lt;br /&gt;Como algo que já foi arquivado em “memórias”&lt;br /&gt;Se quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Até o mesmo tempo insistiu em ficar&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas pedras da rua torta&lt;br /&gt;A mesma bebida&lt;br /&gt;Mas os degraus da escada não mais nos pertencem...&lt;br /&gt;E nem as cadeiras vermelhas na ponta do bar&lt;br /&gt;Nem ali elas estão mais&lt;br /&gt;Nem uso mais a mesma blusa preta e nem a mesma mochila ... não hoje pelo menos&lt;br /&gt;O relógio, acho que também não é mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Só o horário que não mudou&lt;br /&gt;E os minutos continuam correndo&lt;br /&gt;Apressados em fazer minha felicidade rápida&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mudaram um pouco não todas ... algumas&lt;br /&gt;Agora entendo um pouco suas longas reclamações&lt;br /&gt;Os bolos secos continuam na bancada&lt;br /&gt;E os salgadinhos empoeirados presos em grampos&lt;br /&gt;Os mendigos também continuam a vir conversar um pouco e ganhar um copo de bebida&lt;br /&gt;Só que não os mesmos. Não todos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora há diferentes músicas ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;E mais luz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda faço festa na chegada e doce na partida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda desço tropeçando e pensando para a mesma rua de faixas brancas gastas, de pessoas pensativas embaixo de seus guarda chuvas, de carros velozes com vidros negros, de seguranças cansados sentados em suas cadeiras atrás do portão, e de visão privilegiada.&lt;br /&gt;Encosto no mesmo muro chapiscado, sujo e molhado. &lt;br /&gt;Acendo um cigarro, mas não o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E espero o mesmo ônibus sujo, velho, penso e demorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115449353602389428?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115449353602389428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115449353602389428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115449353602389428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115449353602389428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-mesmas-e-as-outras-coisas.html' title='&quot; As mesmas e as outras coisas&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115406061310907530</id><published>2006-07-27T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:23:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"a coisa mais doce e mais amarga"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/lalallala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/lalallala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu fiquei horas parada no trânsito agora pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;fiquei um tempão olhando um casal brigando na rua ai comecei a pensar ... pensar em todas as coisas que eu já tinha feito...&lt;br /&gt;...por amor&lt;br /&gt;eu já menti&lt;br /&gt;já tive vontade de matar&lt;br /&gt;e também de morrer&lt;br /&gt;já fiquei parada no transito por quase 4 hrs&lt;br /&gt;já fui assaltada&lt;br /&gt;e quase levei uma facada&lt;br /&gt;já tomei enquadro da policia&lt;br /&gt;já fingi ser alguém que eu não era&lt;br /&gt;ou pelo menos tentei&lt;br /&gt;já fui babá&lt;br /&gt;fui madrasta&lt;br /&gt;e titia...&lt;br /&gt;já fui galinha, cachorra, gata,ursa, coelha entre outros animais&lt;br /&gt;já fugi&lt;br /&gt;ja sumi&lt;br /&gt;já trai&lt;br /&gt;já viajei pra longe&lt;br /&gt;já fiquei três horas em um ônibus pra vê-lo por 15 min&lt;br /&gt;já fui doce&lt;br /&gt;e tb histérica&lt;br /&gt;já contei história&lt;br /&gt;já briguei&lt;br /&gt;já quebrei um celular&lt;br /&gt;pratos&lt;br /&gt;porta&lt;br /&gt;janela ....&lt;br /&gt;já rezei&lt;br /&gt;já chorei até ficar sem ar&lt;br /&gt;já fiz tratamento de choque com chocolate e comedia romântica&lt;br /&gt;já deitei no colo da minha mãe e pedi conselho&lt;br /&gt;já sentei no chão e implorei pra não ir embora&lt;br /&gt;já fiz declaração&lt;br /&gt;já escrevi carta e recebi tb&lt;br /&gt;já cantei&lt;br /&gt;já fiz café&lt;br /&gt;já segurei no colo e implorei pra Deus que não fosse nada demais&lt;br /&gt;já levei pra casa&lt;br /&gt;já me perdi&lt;br /&gt;e tb me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;já fiz almoço com a família&lt;br /&gt;já lavei louça, roupa, arrumei o quarto&lt;br /&gt;já fui expulsa de balada, de show, de casas e festas&lt;br /&gt;já me atrasei&lt;br /&gt;já faltei no colégio&lt;br /&gt;e tb no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;já esqueci da vida e fui ver o pôr-do-sol na praia&lt;br /&gt;fiquei um tempão olhando ele dormir&lt;br /&gt;já dormi poucos minutos no ônibus&lt;br /&gt;já fiz sessão mofo&lt;br /&gt;já tomei um bom porre&lt;br /&gt;já passei por cima do mundo&lt;br /&gt;já deixei de fazer algo que eu gostava&lt;br /&gt;já fiquei horas vendo desenho animado&lt;br /&gt;já levei um susto&lt;br /&gt;já fiz sexo&lt;br /&gt;e tb já deixei de fazer&lt;br /&gt;tentei aprender a tocar guitarra&lt;br /&gt;já dei porrada e já levei&lt;br /&gt;já sai correndo&lt;br /&gt;já fiquei na sarjeta&lt;br /&gt;já cruzei a cidade as 23h00 de ônibus&lt;br /&gt;já gastei muito dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;já roubei&lt;br /&gt;já fiquei com dor na barriga de tanto rir&lt;br /&gt;já fui imensamente feliz&lt;br /&gt;já pensei em casamento&lt;br /&gt;já terminei&lt;br /&gt;já enfrentei preconceito&lt;br /&gt;já dei a cara pra bater&lt;br /&gt;já sofri&lt;br /&gt;já entreguei meu coração numa bandeja&lt;br /&gt;“deitei no chão” e falei por favor acabe comigo&lt;br /&gt;Já engoli lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Já tive dor no peito&lt;br /&gt;Já sufoquei&lt;br /&gt;Já fiquei sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Já fui protegida&lt;br /&gt;Já me senti a melhor pessoa possível&lt;br /&gt;E tb a mais terrível&lt;br /&gt;Já fui amante&lt;br /&gt;Já quis parar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Já apareci dizendo q amava no meio da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E tb telefonei&lt;br /&gt;Já perdi festas&lt;br /&gt;Já fui mto feliz&lt;br /&gt;Etc..etc...etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115406061310907530?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115406061310907530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115406061310907530&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115406061310907530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115406061310907530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/coisa-mais-doce-e-mais-amarga.html' title='&quot;a coisa mais doce e mais amarga&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115384701256054551</id><published>2006-07-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:03:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" E tudo começou numa rua movimentada enquanto eu corria.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reli...&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus textos e juras pra ti&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mensagens que me mandava&lt;br /&gt;Todas as promessas que me fazia&lt;br /&gt;De todas a mais grifada era sempre&lt;br /&gt;“Me perdoe pelo que possa acontecer”&lt;br /&gt;A gente sempre vê o fim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Quer se cegar&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ver que seu mais querido amor&lt;br /&gt;Nada vale.&lt;br /&gt;Depois a gente se perde na vida&lt;br /&gt;Faz tudo aquilo de mais feio&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre jurou que não faria&lt;br /&gt;Destroça o coração de inocentes&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder se sentir um pouco melhor&lt;br /&gt;Se há razão nisso ?!?&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Passa...&lt;br /&gt;A gente meio que esquece sabe&lt;br /&gt;Só lembra&lt;br /&gt;Do cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Do toque&lt;br /&gt;Da música&lt;br /&gt;Do “deita, que eu te quero aqui.”&lt;br /&gt;Em datas especiais&lt;br /&gt;Ou quando passa perto&lt;br /&gt;Ou quando se tem uma recaída&lt;br /&gt;Com mais tempo ainda&lt;br /&gt;Novas frases, novos cheiros, novos toques&lt;br /&gt;Novas cegueiras, novos fins, novas mensagens&lt;br /&gt;Novas bocas, novos corpos e novas almas&lt;br /&gt;Tomam esse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Pra gente poder continuar a se enganar&lt;br /&gt;Pra continuar a pedir perdão&lt;br /&gt;E perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Pra sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ouvindo __blob party_modern love ... música perfeita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sem ima gem pq o blogger tah de rosca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115384701256054551?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115384701256054551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115384701256054551&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115384701256054551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115384701256054551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/e-tudo-comeou-numa-rua-movimentada.html' title='&quot; E tudo começou numa rua movimentada enquanto eu corria..&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115359914809778901</id><published>2006-07-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:12:28.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A espera de um milagre.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/caozinhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/caozinhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom estou aqui jogada frente ao computador e lembrando de fatos de ontem, E lembrando de fatos de ontem lembrei de quando as “meninas” me chamavam de a espera de um milagre... huahuahauahau.... só que a minha imaginação foi além e além talvez por estar uma tarde linda, por estar ouvindo Nova Brasil fm, “duas horas de mpb” (tá mais do que estampado nesse blog que eu sou brega mesmo!!!!) por estar com dor, por estar sozinha com um neném cachorro .... hahahaha... que apareceu aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Por muitos minutos fiquei pensando em coisas tolas e importantes da vida e será que todo mundo não está a espera de um milagre?!?&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo o cachorrinho estava jogado numa esquina sozinho ... só esperando que alguém o ajudasse, afinal nada mais ali desprotegido poderia fazer ...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que com todos são assim certas coisas passam pelo seu limite de intervenção e só o que lhe resta e esperar um milagre... esperar que algo meio “maketubi” aconteça, ás vezes não adianta o quanto você pire ou se mate nenhuma ação resolve , dá até raiva ... hahahaha... e ao fundo você escuta aquele velho conselho de mãe “Tenha paciência!” como que algo mais racional para “ Espere seu milagre”.&lt;br /&gt;O neném se deu bem agora dorme confortável no meu sofá, seu milagre foi realizado com grande sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, ainda espero os meus talvez tenham que ser realizados dentro de mim , talvez só o tempo me mostre que eles sempre estiveram aqui, talvez ele apareça quando eu virar aquela esquina numa noite chuvosa ou numa tarde ensolarada... quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;E você espera que milagre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;terminando ouvindo Djavan .... "eu levo a serio mas você disfarça.... mas adora um se ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115359914809778901?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115359914809778901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115359914809778901&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115359914809778901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115359914809778901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/espera-de-um-milagre_22.html' title='&quot;A espera de um milagre..&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115359731897042749</id><published>2006-07-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:41:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A espera de um milagre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115359731897042749?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115359731897042749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115359731897042749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115359731897042749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115359731897042749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/espera-de-um-milagre.html' title='A espera de um milagre'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115316987136146638</id><published>2006-07-17T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:57:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah humanos são mesmo muito engraçados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/Metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/Metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;acendo um, dois , três, quatro ... cigarros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;o tempo parace não passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;cada carro branco que passa eu olho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;espero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;muitos minutos.. algumas horas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;o sol começa a esquentar meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;e minha água dois litros na sarjeta comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;um carro para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;MENTIRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;algumas palavras ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;destino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sabe essas coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;rotineiras que eu venho me acostumando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;mais uma vez sozinha eu e minha garrafa de água...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu lembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;de quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;meu telefone toca e eu não quero acreditar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;coisas sem razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;como eu pude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;é estranho .. e algo assim meio que improvavel de acreditar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;principalmente cada vez que eu espero o onibus nauquela esquina, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;passou mesmo ou não ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ás vezes é raiva ... nas outras amor e nas outras um grande nada como agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;só que eu não quero mais incertezas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;e muito menos esperar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;quero poder ser eu assim mesmo toda errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;mais um cigarros pra ir se embora todas essas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;virarem fumaça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu preciso terminar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;bate estaca aqui dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;porque de todas as flores eu quero ser a mais importante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;e quero ser livre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;para um carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;musica que me lembra algo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;setimo andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;a muito tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;duas horas e meia depois ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;o carro branco chega ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;mato , mato e mato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu sinto saudades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;só isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou muito mais que aquilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sei lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;pensar me dói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;então ando tentando evitar o possivél &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou tentar me enganar que não ando pensando ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;é isso . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ouvindo Cássia Eller porque eu sou brega mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115316987136146638?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115316987136146638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115316987136146638&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115316987136146638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115316987136146638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-humanos-so-mesmo-muito-engraados.html' title='ah humanos são mesmo muito engraçados...'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115259737656842579</id><published>2006-07-10T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:56:16.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"e hoje mil palhaços esquecem a sua dor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/applet-wd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/applet-wd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ouvindo_Cotidiano_Chico Buarque ....porque as meninas falaram que é minha música....hã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprendi na marra a não fazer pedidos...&lt;br /&gt;A não parar o carro no escuro é correr atrás da chave&lt;br /&gt;A virar páginas na porrada&lt;br /&gt;A ver o mundo inteiro como suspeito&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco como ser mãe&lt;br /&gt;A ver o lado bom das coisas, mesmo depois de noites em delegacias&lt;br /&gt;A dar valor a cada coisinha&lt;br /&gt;A perceber quem me quer bem&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em mim... sem deixar de cuidar de quem eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;A tentar administrar o tempo pra ver as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;A pensar racionalmente&lt;br /&gt;A conversar e não brigar com a minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;A ser suficiente&lt;br /&gt;A ficar sábado á noite em casa&lt;br /&gt;A amar&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   A nunca parar de tentar&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  A nunca parar de aprender&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  e mais algumas que eu vou guardar em segredo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Toda noite ela diz pra eu não me afastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Meia-noite ela jura eterno amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;E me aperta pra eu quase sufocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;E me morde com a boca de pavor" Cotidiano_Chico buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115259737656842579?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115259737656842579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115259737656842579&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115259737656842579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115259737656842579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/e-hoje-mil-palhaos-esquecem-sua-dor.html' title='&quot;e hoje mil palhaços esquecem a sua dor&quot;'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30855402.post-115241670402713046</id><published>2006-07-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:45:04.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dispenso a previsão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/1600/17632672_500c55f35f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/792/3317/320/17632672_500c55f35f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Antigamente minhas estrelas costumavam ser de latas, que enferrujam e ferram as mãos, agora elas são de vidro que é transparente e se quebra facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Porque com o tempo as mudanças se tornam evidentes, verdades absolutas parecem tolas, paixões se tornam lembranças, lamúrias... Hilárias.&lt;br /&gt;E o que você pode fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Continuar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia saudades das imagens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30855402-115241670402713046?l=estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/feeds/115241670402713046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30855402&amp;postID=115241670402713046&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115241670402713046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30855402/posts/default/115241670402713046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrelasdevidro.blogspot.com/2006/07/dispenso-previso.html' title='dispenso a previsão...'/><author><name>Monique K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351994690259371904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
