<?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-446688148880856796</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:15:46.129-08:00</updated><category term='amizade. amor'/><category term='voltar'/><category term='queimando'/><category term='certo'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='tempos'/><category term='acaso'/><category term='abuso'/><category term='mulher'/><category term='família'/><category term='sentimento'/><category term='paciência'/><category term='vida'/><category term='encontram'/><category term='arvore'/><category term='objetivo'/><category term='entender'/><category term='viva'/><category term='arrepender'/><category term='dias'/><category term='depois'/><category term='velhos'/><category term='saudades'/><category term='momentos'/><category term='relembrar'/><category term='danado'/><category term='filhos'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='louco'/><category term='emoção'/><category term='homem'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='falta'/><category term='erros'/><category term='amor'/><category term='alguém'/><category term='poder'/><category term='fé'/><category term='radar'/><category term='esqueceu'/><category term='criminalidade'/><category term='continuar'/><category term='razão'/><category term='desejar'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='viver'/><category term='folha'/><category term='prazer'/><category term='preciso'/><category term='aprender'/><category term='morte'/><category term='paz'/><title type='text'>DANI OLIVEIRA</title><subtitle type='html'>O SUCESSO EM TUDO A VER COM A ATITUDE!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-7521884244845746343</id><published>2011-05-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:30:38.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alguém'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>&lt;&lt;&lt; Tudo mudou &gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovSsxQQu61s/TdbccKSiJzI/AAAAAAAAANU/XP5j9vTdZJc/s1600/12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovSsxQQu61s/TdbccKSiJzI/AAAAAAAAANU/XP5j9vTdZJc/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608912762293069618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu nunca pensei em conhecer alguém tão bacana, legal, apesar de que, fomos apresentados e daí foram questão de minutos, ou talvez segundos para se perceber que ali rolou uma intenção maior que uma amizade, seus olhares eram misteriosos como se quisesse saber de mim, invadir o meu ser e descobrir quem eu sou, e ao mesmo tempo me sentia invadida de tanta curiosidade, para saber que homem era esse que me tirou a concentração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Passaram-se alguns dias e enfim, ele me descobriu nas redes sociais, ai, o que seriamos sem ela? Trocamos msn, e ai começamos a despertar mais interesse um pelo outro, a minha vontade de falar com ele, era tão intensa, era como se eu não conseguisse mais ficar sem internet, porque eu sabia que uma hora ele ia acessar, e nesses 10 dias depois que fomos apresentados, marcamos de nos ver de novo, mas dessa vez tínhamos a intenção de nos conhecer mais, bem mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Confesso que minhas pernas não paravam de tremer, eu estava com medo, mas cheia de vontade de vê-lo e nos encontramos e conversamos, e enfim começamos uma história a qual hoje resultou, na coisa mais importante de nossas vidas, nosso filho Ryan Gabriel, o qual escrevi abaixo... E eu que achava que já tinha amado, mas, o que eu achava que era amor, não passou de paixões... AMOR, eu aprendi a amar quando (R.N) entrou na minha vida e me mostrou o que amar, e me deu o tesouro mais importante da minha vida, NOSSO FILHO. TE AMO,nego...Aliás, amo vocês demais... Minha família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dani Oliveira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20/05/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-7521884244845746343?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7521884244845746343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=7521884244845746343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/7521884244845746343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/7521884244845746343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt;&lt; Tudo mudou &gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovSsxQQu61s/TdbccKSiJzI/AAAAAAAAANU/XP5j9vTdZJc/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-9093129512039883607</id><published>2011-01-12T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:47:41.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade. amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>Nunca Pensei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/TS49VTS_U5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/1gLLn6mOxsA/s1600/D%2526RG%2B071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/TS49VTS_U5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/1gLLn6mOxsA/s320/D%2526RG%2B071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561450026015609746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Conhecê-lo era algo premeditado... mas não imaginava que isso mudaria tanto a minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nossa foi uma coisa diferente, e eu que não tinha a intenção de me apaixonar, porém, mais uma vez eu me apaixonei, mas dessa vez foi no primeiro instante, nas trocas de olhares, não conseguia tirar os olhos dele... lembro-me como se fosse hoje...Me apaixonei sim, hoje acho que posso chamar de amor, é quando queremos bem perto, longe, com a gente ou não... Ele me mostrou tanta coisa boa, tantos momentos maravilhosos, e inesquecível, e em um desses momentos fizemos o que hoje posso chamar de minha vida, meu tesouro. Nosso filhinho... Ryan Gabriel! Desde quando meu bebê chegou a minha vida nada é como antes, tive umas complicações durante a gravidez, mas que hoje agradeço a Deus por me ajudar a crescer, amadurecer, para que hoje eu possa viver pra cuidar de meu filho e que tem sido a maior alegria da minha vida... Que papai do céu nos abençõe, e que tudo se resolva na nossa vida, quando falo nossa vida, estou me referindo a eu (mãe), ele (pai) e meu tesouro (filho). Sem querer entrar em detalhes, estou numa fase em que quero viver o hoje e deixar a vida me levar e Deus me guiar pelos melhores caminhos, mesmo que com obstáculos...Por hoje é só!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                                                                                                                             Dani Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-9093129512039883607?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9093129512039883607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=9093129512039883607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/9093129512039883607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/9093129512039883607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/nunca-pensei.html' title='Nunca Pensei...'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/TS49VTS_U5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/1gLLn6mOxsA/s72-c/D%2526RG%2B071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-924683809662830921</id><published>2009-06-26T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:35:02.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque isso acontece comigo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SkS3H4kZArI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PN1y6MLm7eM/s1600-h/72752.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603603294978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SkS3H4kZArI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PN1y6MLm7eM/s320/72752.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pensava que nunca iria conseguir encontrar alguém, muitas vezes já questionei a Deus o por quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Já me perguntei se Ele realmente existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas com o tempo, se passarmos a ir em busca dos nossos por quês, teremos enfim as respostas que dão sentido a nossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você já parou para se perguntar porque você é casado, solteira, feliz, triste, melancólico, tem filhos, não tem filhos? Algumas pessoas sim, outras nunca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois é toda a nossa existência tem um sentido, um motivo, o modo de vivermos, o jeito que falamos, que vemos as coisas , a forma que pensamos, tudo mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nada é por acaso, tudo é acontece porque simplesmente tem que acontecer. Há pessoas que chamam isso de destino, outros de vida, e outros de passagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Então pensamos...se tudo acontece porque tem que acontecer, pra que vou mudar meu modo de vida, meu modo de pensar, de agir, de falar, já que tudo está "pré-destinado"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na verdade nós meros seres humanos somos "livres", temos o livre arbítrio, toda prova que passamos em nossa vida, seja ela boa ou ruim, é devido as nossas escolhas e são diante dessas escolhas que a nossa vida gira, afinal tudo o que fazemos em vida pagamos em vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Além deste mundinho em que muitos chamam de insuportável, outros de "paraíso" existe um lugar onde muitos de nós desconhecemos, mas muito de nós tem a absoluta certeza de que ele existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Concordo quando alguém me diz que esse mundo é apenas uma passagem, nós seres humanos somos egoístas, incrédulos, e só buscam a Deus quando precisamos, mas também há aqueles em que agradecem a Deus todos os dias, por estar vivendo, em ajudar as pessoas enquanto se pode proporcionando momentos de alegria, enfim o mundo anda pode se tornar melhor, desde que cada um questione como vive, pensa e agi, de modo que tudo que se faça aqui no mundo se pague aqui de modo geral, viva bem e serás do bem..viva mal e serás do mal....Pensem: Deus existe e sabe tudo o que fazemos, nossas pretenções, nossos pensamentos e tudo o queremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Se pedi algo com amor, que é verdadeiro, terás!!!Não tenha dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dani Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;25-06-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-924683809662830921?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/924683809662830921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=924683809662830921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/924683809662830921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/924683809662830921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-isso-acontece-comigo.html' title='Porque isso acontece comigo?'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SkS3H4kZArI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PN1y6MLm7eM/s72-c/72752.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-1607167141255123754</id><published>2009-04-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:10:52.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entender'/><title type='text'>É POSSÍVEL SE ENTENDER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;O ser Humano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Dizem que a mulher é um ser complicado, mas e o homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Todos nós, sejam homens ou mulheres somos complicados, difícil de entender...quando não conhecemos as nossas vontades, expressões, reações, maneira de ser..entre outras coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Para compreendermos os outros devemos primeiramente nos entender, nos conhecer, ao ponto de saber cada atitude que somos capazes de fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;E ai vem a questão, porque as mulheres são tão difíceis de entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;não são difíceis, elas são o ser mais fácil de se entender, basta ver do lado certo, mulher gosta de bem tratada, digo.. carinho, atenção, paciência, amor, tudo o que um homem tbm gostaria de ter...porém a mulher é mais delicada, sensível, e dedicada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;        O homem tbm é tudo isso, porém age com a razão, se desprendendo mais do seu lado emocional, e por esse motivo torna difícil de entender o sexo oposto, por não ter o lado delicado, emocional..o homem é um ser que pensa antes de agir e a mulher se entrega antes de pensar..mas é esse oposto que faz a atração de ambos, apesar de brigas nós nos misturamos, pelo simples fato de entender, sentir e querer um ao outro, essa é a magia do ser humano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Saber as nossas diferenças e assim tentar entendêe-las e conviver com elas de uma maneira conjunta, e não deixar que nossas ocilações de humor estrague nenhum momento que seja importante em nossa vida para que assim, não possamos dizer que uma simples indiferença, mudou a realidade em que se vivia, e torna a bela vida, em um vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Espero que assim possamos conviver e aprender a nos entermos...completando sempre uns aos outros....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dani Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322703121620955554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/Sd4KSckUcaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bdNGKQWpJlI/s320/OLHAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lembrem -se:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;" A essência de toda a vida espiritual é a emoção que existe dentro de você, é a sua atitude para com os outros" (Dalai Lama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-1607167141255123754?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1607167141255123754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=1607167141255123754' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-1115112783238046537</id><published>2009-03-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:13:03.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS ETERNAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TENHO ME LEMBRADO CONSTANTEMENTE DE VOCÊ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LEMBRO-ME DE QUANDO NOS CONHECEMOS, DE NOSSOS OLHARES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DO NOSSO PRIMEIRO BEIJO...DO SENTIR DOS NOSSOS CORPOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AI SAUDADES...LEMBRO-ME ATÉ DE QUANDO BRIGAVÁMOS, DOS MEUS CIÚMES, DAS NOSSAS NOITES DE AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;QUERIA PODER SENTIR NOVAMENTE SEU CHEIRO, SUA BOCA, SUAS MÃOS E TODO O CALOR DO SEU CORPO...MAS EU SEI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310027465549361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SbEB2J-jMwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2f1BinPy0RY/s320/AMOR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; SEI QUE NÃO POSSO MAIS ME PRENDER A ESSA FALTA QUE SINTO DE VOCÊ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ESSA FALTA QUE ME DEIXA CADA DIA MAIS TRISTE POR SABER E NÃO ACEITAR QUE VOCÊ NÃO ESTÁ MAIS AQUI COMIGO...QUE VOCÊ ME DEIXOU, FOI EMBORA, SEM AO MENOS SE DESPEDIR DE MIM...ESSE SENTIMENTO QUE TENHO POR TI E TEREI SEMPRE É AMOR...E QUEM ME CONHECE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OU IRÁ ME CONHECER VAI SABER QUE SEMPRE AMAREI VOCÊ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SAUDADES DO TEMPO QUE ESTIVE COM VOCÊ..MEU ETERNO AMOR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porque,dizer, tantos porques? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SbEDZqnAn8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jn-sHGTfA-4/s1600-h/saudades018.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310029175116046274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SbEDZqnAn8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jn-sHGTfA-4/s320/saudades018.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Só vai nos machucar, sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deus está junto a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E vai te proteger, eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sei que agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Já não há mais dor,para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tua semente está entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E vai crescer e será felizeu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que Deus vai nos confortar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por que você foi assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não deu pra entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É tão difícil aceitar, perder, eu sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;por que a vida tem que ser assim porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um dia a gente vai se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um dia todos nós vamos nos encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nem sei porque você se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tantas saudades eu senti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SbEEmzjH41I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sOhmo7azgzg/s1600-h/saudades04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310030500365591378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SbEEmzjH41I/AAAAAAAAAKI/sOhmo7azgzg/s320/saudades04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E de tristeza vou vivendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aquele adeus não pude dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você entrou na minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Viveu, morreu na minha história!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chego a ter medo do futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E da solidão que em minha porta bate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E eu gostava tanto de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gostava tanto de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu corro, fujo dessa sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em sonho vejo este passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E na parede do meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ainda está o seu retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não quero ver pra não lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pensei até em me mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lugar qualquer que não exista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O meu pensamento em você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TE AMAREI ETERNAMENTE!!!! MEU ETERNO DIAMANTE NEGRO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-1115112783238046537?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1115112783238046537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=1115112783238046537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1115112783238046537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1115112783238046537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lembrancas-eternas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS ETERNAS'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SbEB2J-jMwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2f1BinPy0RY/s72-c/AMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-2719608688398696950</id><published>2009-03-04T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:38:39.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-2719608688398696950?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2719608688398696950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=2719608688398696950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2719608688398696950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2719608688398696950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-5476176178684607269</id><published>2009-03-04T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:38:34.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-5476176178684607269?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5476176178684607269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=5476176178684607269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/5476176178684607269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/5476176178684607269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-7205548805628630230</id><published>2009-02-09T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:49:56.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDO DE SE APAIXONAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SZA0c4Sfs_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/xZCbpneXyXk/s1600-h/HUUUU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794432166015986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SZA0c4Sfs_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/xZCbpneXyXk/s320/HUUUU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Você tem medo de se apaixonar. Medo de sofrer o que não está acostumada. Medo de se conhecer e esquecer outra vez. Medo de sacrificar a amizade. Medo de perder a vontade de trabalhar, de aguardar que alguma coisa mude de repente, de alterar o trajeto para apressar encontros. Medo se o telefone toca, se o telefone não toca. Medo da curiosidade, de ouvir o nome dele em qualquer conversa. Medo de inventar desculpa para se ver livre do medo. Medo de se sentir observada em excesso, de descobrir que a nudez ainda é pouca perto de um olhar insistente. Não suportar ser olhada com esmero e devoção. Nem os anjos, nem Deus agüentam uma reza por mais de duas horas. Medo de ser engolida como se fosse líquido, de ser beijada como se fosse líquen, de ser tragada como se fosse leve. Você tem medo de se apaixonar por si mesma logo agora que tinha desistido de sua vida. Medo de enfrentar a infância, o seio que criou para aquecer as mãos quando criança, medo de ser a última a vir para a mesa, a última a voltar da rua, a última a chorar. Você tem medo de se apaixonar e não prever o que pode sumir, o que pode desaparecer. Medo de se roubar para dar a ele, de ser roubada e pedir de volta. Medo de que ele seja um canalha, medo de que seja um poeta, medo de que seja amoroso, medo de que seja um pilantra, incerta do que realmente quer, talvez todos em um único homem, todos um pouco por dia. Medo do imprevisível que foi planejado. Medo de que ele morda os lábios e prove o seu sangue. Você tem medo de oferecer o lado mais fraco do corpo. O corpo mais lado da fraqueza. Medo de que ele seja o homem certo na hora errada, a hora certa para o homem errado. Medo de se ultrapassar e se esperar por anos, até que você antes disso e você depois disso possam se coincidir novamente. Medo de largar o tédio, afinal você e o tédio enfim se entendiam. Medo de que ele inspire a violência da posse, a violência do egoísmo, que não queira repartir ele com mais ninguém, nem com seu passado. Medo de que não queira se repartir com mais ninguém, além dele. Medo de que ele seja melhor do que suas respostas, pior do que as suas dúvidas. Medo de que ele não seja vulgar para escorraçar mas deliciosamente rude para chamar, que ele se vire para não dormir, que ele se acorde ao escutar sua voz. Medo de ser sugada como se fosse pólen, soprada como se fosse brasa, recolhida como se fosse paz. Medo de ser destruída, aniquilada, devastada e não reclamar da beleza das ruínas. Medo de ser antecipada e ficar sem ter o que dizer. Medo de não ser interessante o suficiente para prender sua atenção. Medo da independência dele, de sua algazarra, de sua facilidade em fazer amigas. Medo de que ele não precise de você. Medo de ser uma brincadeira dele quando fala sério ou que banque o sério quando faz uma brincadeira. Medo do cheiro dos travesseiros. Medo do cheiro das roupas. Medo do cheiro nos cabelos. Medo de não respirar sem recuar. Medo de que o medo de entrar no medo seja maior do que o medo de sair do medo. Medo de não ser convincente na cama, persuasiva no silêncio, carente no fôlego. Medo de que a alegria seja apreensão, de que o contentamento seja ansiedade. Medo de não soltar as pernas das pernas dele. Medo de soltar as pernas das pernas dele. Medo de convidá-lo a entrar, medo de deixá-lo ir. Medo da vergonha que vem junto da sinceridade. Medo da perfeição que não interessa. Medo de machucar, ferir, agredir para não ser machucada, ferida, agredida. Medo de estragar a felicidade por não merecê-la. Medo de não mastigar a felicidade por respeito. Medo de passar pela felicidade sem reconhecê-la. Medo do cansaço de parecer inteligente quando não há o que opinar. Medo de interromper o que recém iniciou, de começar o que terminou. Medo de faltar as aulas e mentir como foram. Medo do aniversário sem ele por perto, dos bares e das baladas sem ele por perto, do convívio sem alguém para se mostrar. Medo de enlouquecer sozinha. Não há nada mais triste do que enlouquecer sozinha. Você tem medo de já estar apaixonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* Fabrício Carpinejar *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-7205548805628630230?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7205548805628630230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=7205548805628630230' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/7205548805628630230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/7205548805628630230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#000099;"&gt;A GENTE TEM O COSTUME DE QUERER SEMPRE ALGO E NÃO APROVEITAR TUDO O QUE DEUS NOS OFERECE E ACEITAR DE CORAÇÃO ABERTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;QUERO UM AMOR QUE ME AME POR INTEIRO...QUE EU POSSA SONHAR, QUE EU ME SINTA A MULHER MAIS AMADA...QUE GOSTE DE MIM COMO EU SOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um novo amor... é o que eu preciso achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alguém que reconstrua o meu interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que um velho amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quebrou em mil pedaços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem deixar se quer.... um só sinal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muito andei.... e nada achei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esforços sobre-humanos tive que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até promessas um dia eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra ver se conseguia ao menos ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sozinho estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Melhor que ficar com aquele que não soube me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quis magoar.... Viver junto a ele.... é não ter pudor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não será fácil de se achar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas se um dia eu encontrar..... vou respeitá-lo com valor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero que seja a meu anjo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seja o meu novo amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-3710725718314764853?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3710725718314764853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=3710725718314764853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/3710725718314764853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/3710725718314764853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/em-busca-do-novo.html' title='EM BUSCA DO NOVO...'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-2848058721502837569</id><published>2008-12-09T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:45:28.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>História de Natal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;História do Natal, 25 de dezembro, história do Papai Noel, a tradição da árvore de Natal, origem do presépio, decorações natalinas, símbolos natalinos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277753498224499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/ST5Y2Am_GnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l3FOcxFbRmM/s320/NATALHIST..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Origem do Natal e o significado da comemoração&lt;br /&gt;O Natal é uma data em que comemoramos o nascimento de Jesus Cristo. Na antiguidade, o Natal era comemorado em várias datas diferentes, pois não se sabia com exatidão a data do nascimento de Jesus. Foi somente no século IV que o 25 de dezembro foi estabelecido como data oficial de comemoração. Na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/imperioromano"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roma Antiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, o 25 de dezembro era a data em que os romanos comemoravam o início do inverno. Portanto, acredita-se que haja uma relação deste fato com a oficialização da comemoração do Natal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As antigas comemorações de Natal costumavam durar até 12 dias, pois este foi o tempo que levou para os três &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/pesquisa/reis_magos.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reis Magos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; chegarem até a cidade de Belém e entregarem os presentes (ouro, mirra e incenso) ao menino Jesus. Atualmente, as pessoas costumam montar as árvores e outras decorações natalinas no começo de dezembro e desmontá-las até 12 dias após o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ponto de vista cronológico, o Natal é uma data de grande importância para o Ocidente, pois marca o ano 1 da nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/historia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;História&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Árvore de Natal e o Presépio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em quase todos os países do mundo, as pessoas montam árvores de Natal para decorar casas e outros ambientes. Em conjunto com as decorações natalinas, as árvores proporcionam um clima especial neste período.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredita-se que esta tradição começou em 1530, na Alemanha, com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/biografias/lutero"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Martinho Lutero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Certa noite, enquanto caminhava pela floresta, Lutero ficou impressionado com a beleza dos pinheiros cobertos de neve. As estrelas do céu ajudaram a compor a imagem que Lutero reproduziu com galhos de árvore em sua casa. Além das estrelas, algodão e outros enfeites, ele utilizou velas acesas para mostrar aos seus familiares a bela cena que havia presenciado na floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta tradição foi trazida para o continente americano por alguns alemães, que vieram moram na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/pesquisa/americadonorte.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;América&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; durante o período colonial. No Brasil, país de maioria cristã, as árvores de Natal estão presentes em diversos lugares, pois, além de decorar, simbolizam alegria, paz e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O presépio também representa uma importante decoração natalina. Ele mostra o cenário do nascimento de Jesus, ou seja, uma manjedoura, os animais, os reis Magos e os pais do menino. Esta tradição de montar presépios teve início com São Francisco de Assis, no século XIII. As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/musicas_natal.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;músicas de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; também fazem parte desta linda festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Papai Noel : origem e tradição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estudiosos afirmam que a figura do bom velhinho foi inspirada num bispo chamado Nicolau, que nasceu na Turquia em 280 d.C. O bispo, homem de bom coração, costumava ajudar as pessoas pobres, deixando saquinhos com moedas próximas às chaminés das casas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi transformado em santo (São Nicolau) pela Igreja Católica, após várias pessoas relatarem milagres atribuídos a ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A associação da imagem de São Nicolau ao Natal aconteceu na Alemanha e espalhou-se pelo mundo em pouco tempo. Nos Estados Unidos, ganhou o nome de Santa Claus, no Brasil de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/historiadopapainoel.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Papai Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; e em Portugal de Pai Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o final do século XIX, o Papai Noel era representado com uma roupa de inverno na cor marrom. Porém, em 1881, uma campanha publicitária da Coca-Cola mostrou o bom velhinho com uma roupa, também de inverno, nas cores vermelha e branca (as cores do refrigerante) e com um garro vermelho com pompom branco. A campanha publicitária fez um grande sucesso e a nova imagem do Papai Noel espalhou-se rapidamente pelo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"A Melhor mensagem de Natal é aquela que sai em silêncio de nossos corações e aquece com ternura os corações daqueles que nos acompanhamem nossa caminhada pela vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-2848058721502837569?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2848058721502837569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=2848058721502837569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2848058721502837569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2848058721502837569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/histria-de-natal.html' title='História de Natal!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/ST5Y2Am_GnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l3FOcxFbRmM/s72-c/NATALHIST..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-676387443058220583</id><published>2008-12-01T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:32:07.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SocialParty - Noite das Damas (Festa) AhÊeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/STQyzy2H9hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PMjzxPL3tnQ/s1600-h/EVENTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274896928961197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/STQyzy2H9hI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PMjzxPL3tnQ/s320/EVENTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É Pra Fechar O Ano Agora °°_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Party NOite Das Damas_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dia 06.12’. 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SStnZGrbc0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UqumMLHgzcw/s1600-h/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SStnZGrbc0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UqumMLHgzcw/s320/sexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272421469754454850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A garrafa da meia-noite leva comigo as minhas&lt;br /&gt;memórias&lt;br /&gt;E tudo volta para mim&lt;br /&gt;A garrafa da meia-noite faz real o que se sente,&lt;br /&gt;como fingir&lt;br /&gt;Então posso ver um pouco mais claramente&lt;br /&gt;Como cada único movimento que você faz para me beijar&lt;br /&gt;Tão cuidadosamente, nos cantos dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;sonhadores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma garrafa da meia-noite, vou bebê-la&lt;br /&gt;Um único bilhete me leva ao tempo que tínhamos antes&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parecia tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu tivesse conseguido uma garrafa da meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;De todos esses sentimentos que estão me deixando&lt;br /&gt;insana&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você e está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por esta noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tivesse uma garrafa da meia-noite sendo levada pela&lt;br /&gt;corrente&lt;br /&gt;Fora da luz da vela, onde posso achá-la em seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Uma garrafa da meia-noite, eu esqueci como é bom&lt;br /&gt;sentir-se em um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente como você me tinha&lt;br /&gt;Porque ultimamente eu tenho estado tropeçando&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estou me recuperando&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu acho que é só por esta noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma garrafa da meia-noite, vou bebê-la&lt;br /&gt;Um único bilhete me leva ao tempo que tínhamos antes&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parecia tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu tivesse conseguido uma garrafa da meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;De todos esses sentimentos que estão me deixando&lt;br /&gt;insana&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você e está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por esta noite, se apenas por essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por esta noite, se apenas por esta noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tivesse uma garrafa da meia-noite, vou bebê-la&lt;br /&gt;Um único bilhete me leva ao tempo que tínhamos antes&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parecia tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu tivesse conseguido uma garrafa da meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;De todos esses sentimentos que estão me deixando&lt;br /&gt;insana&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você e está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas por esta noite, sim&lt;br /&gt;Garrafa da meia-noite, leva o tempo para longe&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre seremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SStnZCwfi_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/9dRsQ1PVL9Q/s72-c/show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-514499346222646462</id><published>2008-11-18T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:56:10.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CULPADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SSKePn6gqpI/AAAAAAAAAII/z73quURcKWQ/s1600-h/DANI+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269948505226521234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SSKePn6gqpI/AAAAAAAAAII/z73quURcKWQ/s320/DANI+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me diz que vai embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ama outra pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço de conta que estou sofrendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E começo a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, eu desabafo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho outro também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que escuta e me entende&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe bem o que é amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tuas malas já estão aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não precisa fingir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu também te trai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu também te enganei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sabor do pecado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu também já provei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui pior que você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu soube esconder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então já não se culpe, meu bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou culpada também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me olhe com essa cara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você fez a mesma coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te digo, da minha parte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não estou arrependida não,não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os homens não são os únicos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com amores escondidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que as mulheres disfarçam bem melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O proibido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As minhas malas já estão aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E alguém espera por mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu também te trai....Eu também te enganei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sabor do pecado...Eu também já provei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui pior que você...Porque eu soube esconder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então já não se culpe, meu bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou culpada também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui pior que você porque eu soube esconder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então já não se culpe, meu bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou culpada também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-514499346222646462?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/514499346222646462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=514499346222646462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-4608553218456352730</id><published>2008-11-13T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:27:12.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TENHA SEMPRE FÉ!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRwA4hOSK1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z-ykvKodrs/s1600-h/oraÃ§Ã£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268086635107593042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRwA4hOSK1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z-ykvKodrs/s320/ora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ORAÇÃO - O VERDADEIRO AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senhor, educa-me o espírito para que eu não erre mais sempre que me relacionar comigo e com o mundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração está ansioso para amar da forma como Tu nos ensinaste!Porém, ainda vive em mim todo um passado de hábitos e experiências que nem sempre foram de acordo com a Tua Lei e a Tua vontade. Em meu coração palpita ainda um apego excessivo aos bens amealhados, materiais e sentimentais, e um sentido exagerado de propriedade dentro do qual me movimento como pequeno tirano de minha própria submissão!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso estou aqui, pedindo-te orientação e força.Sei que recolho da vida aquilo que dou a ela, e meu coração está cansado de recolher dor e sentimentos mesquinhos em quase todas as minhas manifestações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero amar de verdade, para ser amado também, verdadeiramente!Não quero mais o egoísmo norteando meus sentimentos, não quero mais reter para ter; aprisionar para possuir; tiranizar para receber!Quero experimentar a sublime sensação das grandes almas que souberam romper com o passado para glorificar o futuro; quero abençoar meu presente para não chorar por mim mesmo amanhã; quero resgatar meu passado para que meu dia amanheça em paz, de uma vez por todas, mesmo que à minha volta o mundo todo mantenha-se em turbilhão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero renunciar para conquistar, quero libertar para ter!...Roga-me o coração uma forma de manifestação mais elevada e pura, qual se não mais suportasse ele o egoísmo em que tenho estacionado e onde vejo meus irmãos conforme apenas a sua utilidade aos meus propósitos e contingências...Não sou feliz assim, meu Pai, não sou!Como declarar-me feliz se estou sempre refazendo a minha vida para tornar a perder? Como dizer-me realizado se todo dia necessito contabilizar o que possuo, somando prejuízos à conta de lucros e lucros à conta de prejuízos? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O verdadeiro amor não produz inquietações e danos, e sim felicidade perene...Por isso, Senhor, ajuda-me agora a cuidar melhor de mim e de tudo o que me destes aos longo da vida! Não quero mais a sensação amarga de tempo perdido, de castelos na areia!Ampara-me o desejo de crescimento real! Mostre-me os caminhos pelos quais devo seguir de ora em diante e, abençoando-me a alma, concede-me a chance de refazer mente e coração para assim conhecer um dia, jubiloso, a verdadeira face do amor!&lt;br /&gt;Assim seja!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-4608553218456352730?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4608553218456352730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=4608553218456352730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/4608553218456352730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/4608553218456352730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/orao-o-verdadeiro-amor-senhor-educa-me.html' title='TENHA SEMPRE FÉ!!!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRwA4hOSK1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z-ykvKodrs/s72-c/ora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-8118549348806815229</id><published>2008-11-11T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:02:36.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade. amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arvore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encontram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267351037857268962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRlj3H7EhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qj5bzmTskCs/s320/DANI+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conhecer alguém hoje em dia é muito fácil...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando criamos uma nova amizade, o mais difícil é mantê-la, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois hoje é raro as pessoas que podemos chamar de amigos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho varios amigos,mas tbm são poucos os que posso contar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas são esses poucos que me fazem ter a honra de chamar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de amigo e se eu te chamo assim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode ter serteza de que é verdadeiro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de que é real o sentido da palavra a qual estou te dando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARVORE DOS MEUS AMIGOS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRllvDOUEAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wNRBlEplGwc/s1600-h/casaarore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267353098180104194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRllvDOUEAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wNRBlEplGwc/s320/casaarore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem pessoas em nossas vidas que nos deixam felizes pelo simples fato de terem cruzado o nosso caminho. Algumas percorrem ao nosso lado, vendo muitas luas passarem, mas outras apenas vemos entre um passo e outro. A todas elas chamamos de amigo. Há muitos tipos de amigos.Talvez cada folha de uma árvore caracterize um deles.O primeiro que nasce do broto é o amigo pai e o amigo mãe. Mostram o que é ter vida.Depois vem o amigo irmão, com quem dividimos o nosso espaço para que ele floresça como nós.Passamos a conhecer toda a família de folhas, a qual respeitamos e desejamos o bem.Mas o destino nos apresenta outros amigos, os quais não sabíamos que iam cruzar o nosso caminho. Muitos desses denominados amigos do peito, do coração. São sinceros, são verdadeiros. Sabem quando não estamos bem, sabem o que nos faz feliz...Às vezes, um desses amigos do peito estala o nosso coração e então e chamado de amigo namorado. Esse dá brilho aos nossos olhos, música aos nossos lábios, pulos aos nossos pés. Mas também há aqueles amigos por um tempo, talvez umas férias ou mesmo um dia ou uma hora. Esses costumam colocar muitos sorrisos na nossa face, durante o tempo que estamos por perto. Falando em perto, não podemos esquecer dos amigos distantes. Aqueles que ficam nas pontas dos galhos, mas que quando o vento sopra, sempre aparecem novamente entre uma folha e outra.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, o verão se vai, o outono se aproxima, e perdemos algumas de nossas folhas.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas nascem num outro verão e outras permanecem por muitas estações.Mas o que nos deixa mais feliz é que as que caíram continuam por perto, continuam alimentando a nossa raiz com alegria. Lembranças de momentos maravilhosos enquanto cruzavam com o nosso caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a você, folha da minha árvore, Paz, Amor, Saúde, Sucesso, Prosperidade...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e Sempre...simplesmente porque: "Cada pessoa que passa em nossa vida é única.Sempre deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouco de nós.Há os que levaram muito, mas não há os que não deixaram nada. Esta é a maior responsabilidade de nossa vida e a prova evidente de que duas almas não se encontram por acaso".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AMO A TODOS AQUELES Q CHAMO DE AMIGOS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/446688148880856796-8118549348806815229?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8118549348806815229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=8118549348806815229' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/8118549348806815229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/8118549348806815229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/conhecer-algum-hoje-em-dia-muito-fcil.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRlj3H7EhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qj5bzmTskCs/s72-c/DANI+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-1623768997651333383</id><published>2008-11-06T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:51:25.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ QUE DESTINO EXISTE, CLARO!! MAS É UMA SURPRESA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje acordei meia pra baixo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tipo, como se tivesse faltando algo pra me completar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguém com quem eu possa sorrir, chorar, me aquecer, conversar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais percebi que vc não tá aki, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vc ainda não me encontrou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou não percebeu que estou ao seu lado a muito tempo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe só o destino é capaz de fazer com que a vida nos encontre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é o destino?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma vontade,Uma ordem,Um sonho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destino é algo sem escolha?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sabemos o que é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sentimos sua presença.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destino é o nome de uma história&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRMCtc-HHLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ydqUZMJhc_8/s1600-h/090108065941-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265555369220316338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRMCtc-HHLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ydqUZMJhc_8/s320/090108065941-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que precisamos ler até o último capítulo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para entendê-la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destino é uma imaginação do futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma criação da vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos escolhemos nosso destino...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se permitirmos viver um destino sem querer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estaremos nos rendendo as armadilhas do mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazendo parte de uma história&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não nos traz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw20365704720329(event, this, '-913211064'); 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRMDkM7_w3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/oeUJuudxCLo/s320/060708183812-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era tão estranho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te olhar dentro dos olhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ver na minha frente tudo que eu sempre quis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu era diferente, dos outros caras de vinte anos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você era uma chance pra eu ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu era simplesmente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais um cara apaixonado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que no seu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não ia ser ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é exatamente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a gente tá cansado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração distrai então a sorte vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz assim...Te dou meu telefone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me diz seu nome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a gente então se vê...Não faz assim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não diz que vai ligar e some,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me deixa ser seu homem...E venha ser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma mulher...Pra mim!&lt;/em&gt;&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/446688148880856796-1623768997651333383?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1623768997651333383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=1623768997651333383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1623768997651333383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1623768997651333383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/ser-que-destino-existe-claro-mas-uma.html' title='SERÁ QUE DESTINO EXISTE, CLARO!! MAS É UMA SURPRESA!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SRMCtc-HHLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ydqUZMJhc_8/s72-c/090108065941-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-5657154811424085452</id><published>2008-10-31T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:43:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações de um Amor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263264424247834402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQrfG54-NyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/W_UkpWaLNQI/s320/uhumm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensei que sabia todas as coisas sobre o amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que já vivi todas as situações possíveis e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;imaginárias envolvendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse misterioso sentimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No entanto, você, sua presença e a convivência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao seu lado me ensinaram que nada sei sobre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o verdadeiro significado do verbo amar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O contato físico, o toque da pele, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o afago são menos que o verdadeiro amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pode fazer por quem amamos de verdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou descobrindo novas formas de amar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sua ausência me fez refletir, pensar, relembrar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enfim, descobrir que não nasci para vicer sem você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A falta que você faz é como se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parte de mim não estivesse aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É como se eu estivesse incompleto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;carente de mim mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas entendo perfeitamente que isso é falta de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263264972448192674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQrfm0GH2KI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nAfA7mL0u9g/s320/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dentro de pensamentos e objetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pequenas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De grandes valores ao coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para grandes recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Valores sentimentais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Em simples coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se guardam momentos de felicidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Momentos inesquecíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os quais as estrelas e a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foram testemunhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Testemunharam a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unida ao amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que podem ser jogadas pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas jamais apagadas do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Recordações que fortalecem a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E alimentam a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Segredos escondidos emCartas,Presentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ou em uma linda canção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Recordações que alimentam os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E calam as palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Simples recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que fantasiam a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E multiplicam os desejos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Desejos que se prendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Em doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Recordações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Viver e mais que uma dádiva. È sobretudo, o mágico fascínio de procurar, a cada dia exercer o direito de ser Feliz... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/446688148880856796-5657154811424085452?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5657154811424085452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=5657154811424085452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/5657154811424085452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/5657154811424085452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/recordaes-de-um-amor.html' title='Recordações de um Amor!!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQrfG54-NyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/W_UkpWaLNQI/s72-c/uhumm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-4309821042965478257</id><published>2008-10-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:50:34.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto falta de tudo que foi bom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQbrT7sA07I/AAAAAAAAAG4/c6Ud27Pch6c/s1600-h/saudades.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151942301340594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQbrT7sA07I/AAAAAAAAAG4/c6Ud27Pch6c/s320/saudades.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ai que saudade daquele que me fez sentir de novo o que é amar, o que é dar carinho, o q é sentir prazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amor amigo....Não sei porquê, ê, ê....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fugiu de mim...Sem me dizer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra onde foi....Cadê você? Cadê você?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu te procuro(Sem rancor!)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas não te vejo(Onde vou!)....É muito duro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É inseguro....O meu desejo...É te amar(É te amar!).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É te querer(É te querer!).....24 horas sem cessar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meu grande amor.....Longe de ti(Não sei sorrir!)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sinto....Até saudades de mim.....Diga que não.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chegou ao fim...É te amar(É te amar!)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É te querer, é te querer....24 horas sem cessar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Meu grande amor.....Longe de ti(Não sei sorrir)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sinto  Até saudades de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQbtAbzwJNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DR2YsE_LRVM/s1600-h/061908145122-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262153806349608146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQbtAbzwJNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DR2YsE_LRVM/s320/061908145122-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Por tão pouco....Eu perdi você....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Que sufoco....Foi de enlouquecer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tanta paixão....Que ficou pra trás.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Olha, não dá mais pra viver assim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ta doendo em mim....Tanta solidão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Te jurei meu amor, pra que?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Se agora eu não tenho você....Onde anda o seu coração?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hoje eu sonhei com você....Saudade me faz sofrer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tantas lembranças no ar....Me fazem chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Me fazem querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;De novo encontrar você....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Simplesmente sinto saudade de tudo que passamos de tudo que vivemos...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/446688148880856796-4309821042965478257?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4309821042965478257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=4309821042965478257' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/4309821042965478257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/4309821042965478257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinto-falta-de-tudo-que-foi-bom.html' title='Sinto falta de tudo que foi bom!!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQbrT7sA07I/AAAAAAAAAG4/c6Ud27Pch6c/s72-c/saudades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-7289558818590475335</id><published>2008-10-23T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:22:15.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='velhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relembrar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260304616408603730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQBbLadh3FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hFzqihfxTs4/s320/DANI080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa como é bom relembrar os velhos tempos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como é bom rever pessoas que a tempo não vemos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como é bom ligar para as pessoas que estão distante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembro quando conheci vc, sempre cheio de brincadeiras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dizendo que é doido por mim, mas sempre levei na esportiva...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tivemos uma amizade maravilhosa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais aos poucos essa amizade foi se tornando maior, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e fomos nos conhecendo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;até que um dia já não nos olhavamos como amigos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sim como homem e mulher...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse calor que nos corrompia a cada dia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foi nos levando a um momento de prazer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seu corpo a sentir o calor do meu corpo..sua boca beijando a minha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E então resolvemos namorar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todas as vezes que sentiamos os nossos corpos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erámos envolvidos por nossas fantasias e erotismo...tudo maravilhoso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas pernas em minhas, sua boca em minha boca...Me deixa louca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você tem direito sobre mim pra fazer o que quiser...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vem amor ligeiro me seduzir..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais vou me cansar dessa paixão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero vc de janeiro a janeiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim nos amar até suprir nossos prazeres mais intensos!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQBdV87ppRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BcWR7QJJsA0/s1600-h/depois+do+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260306996483695890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQBdV87ppRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BcWR7QJJsA0/s320/depois+do+amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero mais... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pouco mais...Depois do amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero um carinho, um abraço...Me dá por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu romantismo....Não vejo problema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te faço um pedido....Me leva pro cinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não vê...Não consegue entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero atenção....Ao invés de prazer....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me pegue no colo....Diga que sou sua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andar de mãos dadas....Caminhar na rua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, não faz isso comigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso do teu abrigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu bem, por favor, faz isso não....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso de carinho e atençaaaooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pede mais um pouco mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois do amor...Pede um carinho, Um abraço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te dou meu amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No seu romantismo...Não vejo problema...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fez um pedido...Eu levo pro cinema....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem logo me ver...Não consigo entender...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te dou mais atenção...Não quero só prazer....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te pego no colo...Não tá mais sozinha....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu te adoro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que és toda minha....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, não faz isso comigo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso do teu abrigo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu bem, por favor, faz isso não....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso de carinho e atenção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, não faz isso comigo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso do teu abrigo...Meu bem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por favor, faz isso não...Eu preciso de carinho e atenção.&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/446688148880856796-7289558818590475335?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7289558818590475335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=7289558818590475335' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/7289558818590475335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/7289558818590475335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/nossa-como-bom-relembrar-os-velhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SQBbLadh3FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hFzqihfxTs4/s72-c/DANI080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-8836031535157644603</id><published>2008-10-21T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:10:50.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='continuar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuso'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SP25vrmFirI/AAAAAAAAAGg/17PW_Uil3SQ/s1600-h/DANI+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259564168646068914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SP25vrmFirI/AAAAAAAAAGg/17PW_Uil3SQ/s320/DANI+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acordei com aquela vontade de me envolver em seus braços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sentir o calor do teu abraço, louco desejo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de cair em seus beijos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e mais uma vez me envolver em seu corpo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carícias, intrigas, beijos, carinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É o q nos envolve diante de situações fervorosas das nossas vontades ocultas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu disse a você....Que eu tinha um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quem foi que mandou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você me desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Também adorei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O que você gostou....A gente podia até continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas só que você só me quer prá você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E só com você eu não posso ficar...Porque minha outra metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na certa vai me procurar...Eu disse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois esse amor fez história no meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De mansinho foi ganhando o chão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um tesouro de não se perder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E vem você com esse corpo quente de vulcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Com esse beijo...Doce tentação....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Com esse abuso de poder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você não pode me crucificar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E por favor não me faça escolher que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tenho um medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Danado de te perder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-8836031535157644603?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8836031535157644603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=8836031535157644603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/8836031535157644603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/8836031535157644603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/acordei-com-aquela-vontade-de-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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type='text'>SEM RADAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SP22Yq7ExxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LOWEyykJ4c4/s1600-h/DANI+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259560474793789202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SP22Yq7ExxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LOWEyykJ4c4/s320/DANI+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só me recompor...mas eu não sei quem sou...me falta um pedaço teu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso me achar, mas em qualquer lugar estou... lutando sem direção, eu vou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morcego sem radar,voando a procurar... quem sabe um indício teU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queimando toda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw393707172842(event, this, '-1408593060'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick393707172842(-1408593060);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=348#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, seja o que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw14744994380842(event, this, '-1408593060'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick14744994380842(-1408593060);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=348#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; quiser eu sei....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que amargo o mundo sem você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você me entorpeceu e desapareceu vou ficando sem ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo me esqueceu meu sol escureceu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou ficando sem ar esperando você voltar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só me recompormas eu não sei quem sou me falta um pedaço teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queimando toda féseja o que Deus quiser eu sei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que amargo o mundo sem você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você me entorpeceu e desapareceuvou ficando sem ar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo me esqueceumeu sol escureceuvou ficando sem ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esperando você voltar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw21408692091842(event, this, '-1408593060'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick21408692091842(-1408593060);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=348#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escrevendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; minha própria Lei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desesperadamente eu sei tentando aliviar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentando não chorar... por mais que eu tente esquecer....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memórias vem me enlouquecer....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha senteça é você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você me entorpeceu e desapareceu vou ficando sem ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo me esqueceu meu sol escureceu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou ficando sem ar esperando você voltar&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/446688148880856796-4604327346635416502?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4604327346635416502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=4604327346635416502' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-6724271524077806499</id><published>2008-10-17T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:07:44.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><title type='text'>Intensas Saudades!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258091525541691202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPh-Ykhnf0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IupXj4VUyFU/s320/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei com saudade de tudo que foi bom ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto como se tivesse faltando algo em mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levado parte de mim..o que será?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa ausência de calor, de amor, de desejo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é falta que tenho de você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos nossos beijos, carícias e desejos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afetando meu consciente e todo o meu ser, ahhh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando vai acabar essa maldita anciedade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que é que faz relembrar o momento em que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passamos juntos e reviver todas as nossas alegrias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É essa saudade que invade o coração sem querer saber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se vai doer, ou se vai desaparecer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e apenas deixar meu coração transbordando de grande emoção e solidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a SAUDADE...O que essa Saudade!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é sentir falta, mesmo quando se está perto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é sentir a presença ausente mesmo quando se está longe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sentir a alma chorar de solidão, de tristeza...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é gritar por dentro de um nome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um grito surdo lançado aos céus numa busca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vã mesmo sabendo que não será ouvido e, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda assim, sonhar que foi e esperar resposta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é morrer um pouco a cada dia e renascer do desespero, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da ansiedade pela simples possibilidade de uma presença desejada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É morrer de alegria nos raros momentos juntos e viver sabendo que esse momento só servirá para enriquecer o arsenal de tristeza, de aussência, de falta, do mais puro e torturador desejo de ver, de ouvir, de fitar o olhar, de sentir, de tocar, de possui, e depois, como uma maldição eterna, novamente perder e lamentar e causar uma enchente de lágrimas no coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPh_FUL90eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0sDSCd_FOYk/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258092294250025442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPh_FUL90eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0sDSCd_FOYk/s320/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;Mas fecho meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E ainda vejo o seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Voce se foi&lt;br /&gt;E deixou a solidão&lt;br /&gt;O sol se escondeu&lt;br /&gt;E levou você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Oh não! Não sei onde está você&lt;br /&gt;Oh não! Eu tenho que te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Só por amor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te prender&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou seguir pra sempre sem você&lt;br /&gt;Só por amor&lt;br /&gt;Deixo voce partir&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender a viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Eu abro meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Num instante tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;O retrato se foi&lt;br /&gt;Só a sombra ficou, aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso entender&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje e assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Oh não! Por que tem que ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;Oh não! Eu luto pra te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso negar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aceitar que você foi pra nunca voltar&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou te levar dentro do coração&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender a viver sem você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/446688148880856796-6724271524077806499?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6724271524077806499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=6724271524077806499' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/6724271524077806499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/6724271524077806499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/intensas-saudades.html' title='Intensas Saudades!!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPh-Ykhnf0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IupXj4VUyFU/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-8238320234651859621</id><published>2008-10-16T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T04:22:09.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criminalidade'/><title type='text'>Dê valor A VIDA !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPcggRDEwZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aec3NlA_HIE/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257706828682543506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPcggRDEwZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aec3NlA_HIE/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Atualmente o mundo vem se tornando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;um campo de eliminação de seres humanos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;onde todos os dias pessoas de bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pessoas inocentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pessoas envolvidas num mundo sem volta (drogas), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pessoas que entram no mundo do crime...morremtodos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E então me pergunto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que é que se passa pelas nossas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mentes diante desses acontecimentos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que será do futuro de nossos irmãos mais novos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de nossos filhos? E de todos os que nos ajudaram a vim ao mundo?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sei que nenhum ser humano que nos traz uma vida ao mundo pensou que um dia a violência iria crescer tanto diante de nós, fazendo com as crianças de hoje passasem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e a crescer dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de um mundo cruel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de criminalidade, morte e desigualdade social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas enfim, o que temos que dar importância a cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dia que se passa é a algo grandioso que nos deram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;independente de qualquer coisa, é A VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Devemos ter amor ao próximo, para que possamos amenizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;essa violência que nos ronda todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amar e ser amado, compreender e ser compreendido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perdoar pra ser perdoado...E o principal dar valor a VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E viver intesamente cada segundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sem ter medo de se arrepender do que aconteceu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na vida é preciso errar p/ aprender...Então viva bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPci1K77XZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E5_3RRHm_84/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257709386842463634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPci1K77XZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E5_3RRHm_84/s320/vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw5158782061142(event, this, '-1424661626'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick5158782061142(-1424661626);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=217#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; fosse um sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu gostaria de jamais acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se a vida fosse uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gostaria jamais deixar de ouvi-la.Se a vida fosse uma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gostaria que sua beleza e perfume não morressem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se a vida fosse um desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O desejo seria da eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas a vida é um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw20512578252142(event, this, '-1424661626'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick20512578252142(-1424661626);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=217#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem canções,Sem flores,Sem desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A vida é o desafioDe cada um de nósViver é sobreviver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chegar até velhice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É o mesmo que ganhar uma luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Onde o troféu é a história que se pode viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nada faz da vidaA certeza de um amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A vida é aprender que não se pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esperar o amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pois o amanhã simplesmente é um mistério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Viver o presenteÉ ser sábio,Viver do passado e do amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;É &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw21033674920142(event, this, '-1424661626'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick21033674920142(-1424661626);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=217#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; em ilusões concretas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-8238320234651859621?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8238320234651859621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=8238320234651859621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/8238320234651859621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/8238320234651859621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/d-valor-vida.html' title='Dê valor A VIDA !!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPcggRDEwZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aec3NlA_HIE/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-2064534582783636512</id><published>2008-10-15T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:24:14.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='objetivo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrepender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paciência'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPYHYiF7h9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ch0GB0oKzwk/s1600-h/DANI+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257397733051566034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPYHYiF7h9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ch0GB0oKzwk/s320/DANI+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na vida aprendemos que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem tudo na vida é como a gente quer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se queremos algo precisamos ir a luta, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;batalhar pelo que queremos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independente de nos arrepender...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aliás é melhor se arrepender do que fizemos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do que deixamos de fazer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso olhar para nosso objetivos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos e desejos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sejam eles simples, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou até mesmo os mais intensos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o importante é viver a vida bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/ que um dia possamos olhar p/ trás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ver que apesar dos nossos erros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aprendemos com ele e assim tentamos fazer o certo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se algo não deu certo...Tenha paciência pois é pq não era pra dar certo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se aquele amor que vc queria não te deu devido valor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passe pra frente, se der valor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se vc se apaixonou por alguém e esse amor é dividido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;veja o que é melhor pra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nunca deixe que ninguém, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas ninguém atrapalhe a sua vida de maneira alguma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não deixe que besteiras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas sem importância tire a sua Paz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sua vontade de viver..e o mais importante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva a vida, como tem q ser vivida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com muita alegria, amor a si próprio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e para comos outros, e sempre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre alcançando todos os seus objetivos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e realizando todos os seus sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal conseguir o que quer sem passar por muralhas e obstáculos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no fim não terá valor algum tudo o que passou pra chegar aonde quer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPYI5SHSYCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/f_OiR2_VFEQ/s1600-h/TEMPO+AO+TEMPO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257399395209601058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPYI5SHSYCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/f_OiR2_VFEQ/s320/TEMPO+AO+TEMPO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Tempo certo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma coisa podemos ter certeza: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de nada adianta querer apressar as coisas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo vem ao seu tempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro do prazo que lhe foi previsto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a natureza humana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não é muito paciente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos pressa em tudo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí acontecem os atropelos do destino, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquela situação que você mesmo provoca, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por pura ansiedade de não aguardar o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempo certo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas alguém poderia dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mas qual é esse tempo certo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, basta observar os sinais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geralmente quando alguma coisa está para&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acontecer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou chegar até sua vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pequenas manifestações do cotidiano, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enviarão sinais indicando o caminho certo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser a palavra de um amigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um texto lido,uma observação qualquer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas com certeza, o sincronismo se encarregará &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de colocar você no lugar certo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na hora certa, no momento certo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diante da situação ou da pessoa certa! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta você acreditar que nada acontece por acaso! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E talvez seja por isso que você esteja agora lendo essas linhas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tente observar melhor o que está a sua volta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com certeza alguns desses sinais já estão por perto, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e você nem os notou ainda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembre-se que o universo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre conspira a seu favor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando você possui um objetivo claro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e uma disponibilidade de crescimento&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/446688148880856796-2064534582783636512?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2064534582783636512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=2064534582783636512' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2064534582783636512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2064534582783636512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/na-vida-aprendemos-que-nem-tudo-na-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPYHYiF7h9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ch0GB0oKzwk/s72-c/DANI+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-9116869683028674769</id><published>2008-10-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:11:14.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM DIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPX57QwlE2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/woFTwcZS-Hc/s1600-h/COMPROMETIDO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257382936531243874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPX57QwlE2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/woFTwcZS-Hc/s320/COMPROMETIDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando te conheci era uma menina simples, humilde e que não com toda pureza de uma criança...Você se interessou por mim e eu nem aí pra você..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas fomos crescendo e nos afastamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um certo dia nos vimos, nossa vc continua aquele rpz lindo que é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas vc já tinha alguém na sua vida,mas tudo bem, somos amigos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passamos a nos ver sempre, por ironia do destino, e passei a ter um interesse por você, e isso foi se tornando uma paixão...Então resolvi declarar a minha paixão pra vc..no ínicio, vc até gostou de saber disso...Nossa adorei qunado recebi sua mensagem, sua ligação...quando ficamos juntos...tudo ótimo, seu beijo, seu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E assim fui me declarando e me apaixonando ainda mais por você...Mas infelizmente existia uma outra pessoa a quem você não podia magoar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apesar de ficar com minha paixão guardada, ainda gosto muito de vc, e que vc soube fazer daquele momento..um momento único e inesquecível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-9116869683028674769?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9116869683028674769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=9116869683028674769' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/9116869683028674769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/9116869683028674769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-dia.html' title='UM DIA...'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SPX57QwlE2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/woFTwcZS-Hc/s72-c/COMPROMETIDO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-4048513863116999221</id><published>2008-10-07T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T04:05:29.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOs-xVKYb3I/AAAAAAAAADc/kl5hQK7mCJo/s1600-h/DANI+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254362407473016690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOs-xVKYb3I/AAAAAAAAADc/kl5hQK7mCJo/s320/DANI+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Aceite-me como eu sou.Não venho com garantia...nem tenho a pretensão,de ser alguém perfeito.Toda a perfeição não posso ter.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como você:sou da espécie humana,sou capaz de errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O erro não é falta de caráter errar faz parte da Natureza Humana.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo.Eu sorrio.Eu também aprendo!Meu conhecimento é incompleto.Estou na busca o tempo todo,nas horas acordadas e nas horas de sono.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um longo caminho a ser percorrido,assim como você também tem.Aprendemos nossas lições pelo caminho.Atingiremos a Sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, por favor,aceite-me como sou!Porque eu sou só eu.Apenas eu.&lt;br /&gt;Não há ninguém igualzinho a mim no mundo.Esta é a única garantia que dou.É assim que eu me sinto.Eu tenho um coração.Abra-me e veja-o!Por favor , cuide bem dele.Ele é tudo que eu sou.Apenas eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENFIM ESSA É UM POUCO DE MIM..RSRSR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="beijo" name="beijo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-4048513863116999221?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4048513863116999221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=4048513863116999221' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/4048513863116999221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/4048513863116999221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu!!!'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOs-xVKYb3I/AAAAAAAAADc/kl5hQK7mCJo/s72-c/DANI+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-1399490524559331510</id><published>2008-10-06T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:53:13.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTO ÚNICO..DE GRANDE IMPORTÂNCIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOoz-pbXt2I/AAAAAAAAADU/JWLB5iGA0GU/s1600-h/beijos_molhados_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254069066646665058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOoz-pbXt2I/AAAAAAAAADU/JWLB5iGA0GU/s320/beijos_molhados_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não sei explicar direito&lt;br /&gt;O que os meus sentidos dizem&lt;br /&gt;O que sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;É que o seu beijo tocou não só os meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Mas também o meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Ao ser beijada por você&lt;br /&gt;Senti uma sensação maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;Só os Anjos são testemunhas dos&lt;br /&gt;Acontecimentos e dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw1115282476280(event, this, '-330359893'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick1115282476280(-330359893);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=32#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você chegou tão de repente&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixou ao menos pensar&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo de nada que fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Pois você me presenteou com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw1916538857080(event, this, '-330359893'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick1916538857080(-330359893);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=32#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ganhar mais um&lt;br /&gt;De seus suaves beijos,&lt;br /&gt;E ter em dobro o meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw1010646100180(event, this, '-330359893'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick1010646100180(-330359893);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.declaracaodeamor.com/ler.php?id=32#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter vivido um momento tão especial.&lt;br /&gt;Você foi o meu momento inesquecível,&lt;br /&gt;Foi o meu MOMENTO ÚNICO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-1399490524559331510?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1399490524559331510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=1399490524559331510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1399490524559331510'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-2813999370271687343</id><published>2008-10-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:08:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INESQUECÍVEL...SERÁS SEMPRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOoyLu4HqQI/AAAAAAAAADM/0ZB-9wXNuqw/s1600-h/saudades-tuas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067092424468738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOoyLu4HqQI/AAAAAAAAADM/0ZB-9wXNuqw/s320/saudades-tuas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Um dia...uma noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Te conheci, sem dar muita atenção, pouco nos falamos apenas as apresentações...E em uma noite nos encontramos, nossa! Batemos papo, nos conhecemos melhor e enfim nos olhamos nos olhos, rolou um interesse da minha parte, nunca pensei nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Você um negro lindo..alto, dos olhos de mel e que aos poucos me mostrou um homem que nunca havia me dado tanta atenção... E aos poucos fomos nos aproximando...Com o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Chegou o dia em que trocamos beijos..foi maravilhoso, nossas carícias, nossas conversas... E com o tempo esse sentimento pelo qual estava despertando em mim, foi se tornando mais profundo...e ficamos mais íntimos, apesar de não adimitirmos p/ ninguém,que tinhamos uma relação maior do que uma amizade...Mas era, sei que pra mim era mais do que pra você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nossas noites de curtição, nossas noites de alegrias, briguinhas, danças, tudo muito especial..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lembro-me de quando me dizia o quanto gostava de mim, apesar de eu não acreditar, no fundo sabia que algo você sentia... mais sabia que tinha aquele carinho especial...Com o tempo nos afastamos por decisão minha e do destino, estava decidida a te esquecer, partir p/ outra, pois tinha uma outra pessoa no nosso caminho, apesar disso nunca ter atrapalhado de vivermos nossos momentos maravilhosos..e Realmente consegui parar de pensar um pouco em você..Mas aí o destino tratou de nos reencontrar, nossa adorei, cheguei a pensar que realmente o que sentia por você não estava mais tão forte..era apenas amizade...Dias depois nos encontramos pelo MSN, foi uma das conversas mais maravilhosas que tive com vc, nunca havíámos nos falado assim..foi realmente especial aquele dia, marcamos de nos ver a noite, claro q amigos..mas terminamos que não nos encontramos, infelizmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No outro dia sem saber pq passei o dia inteiro perguntando por vc se tinham te visto, e falando a um amigo o quanto vc era especial, lindo e maravilhoso pra mim ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Á tarde quando cheguei do trabalho recebi uma ligação... e essa ligãção me deixou sem ar, sem chão, desesperada, sem acreditar em nada...fiquei em choque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pois naquele momento tinha acabo de saber que o homem que entreguei meu coração, minh' alma, que amava e que vivi momentos nunca esquecidos...Pois esse homem, havia sido levado por Deus de uma forma trágica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E hoje tenho a plena certeza de que te amei, te amo e sempre te amarei...Meu Eterno Diamante Negro (como o chamava)...Sempre levarei o teu sorriso em meu olhar....Toda vez q fecho os olhos é pra te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Enfim...essa história vai ficar registrada apenas por mim, vc, e todos que junto conosco nos conheciam e sabiam de tudo o que acontecia entre nós...Por isso temos a certeza de que tudo na vida tem um porque..Nada é por acaso, tudo acontece, quando tem q acontecer...E tudo que aconteceu teve uma grande importância...Saudades Eternas !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dedico a lembrança  de Caio Portela...(meu amor)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446688148880856796-2813999370271687343?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2813999370271687343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=2813999370271687343' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2813999370271687343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/2813999370271687343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/inesquecvelsers-sempre.html' title='INESQUECÍVEL...SERÁS SEMPRE...'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SOoyLu4HqQI/AAAAAAAAADM/0ZB-9wXNuqw/s72-c/saudades-tuas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-5309616890222637474</id><published>2008-10-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:47:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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/446688148880856796-5309616890222637474?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5309616890222637474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=5309616890222637474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/5309616890222637474'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242176866775229122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SL_0FgnoYsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hbSD46UgMIk/s320/untitled%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;Quando &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw1746665711470(event, this, '1286310016'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #ffffcc; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick1746665711470(1286310016);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.mundodasmensagens.com/mensagem1092.htm#"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;criança&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;, por causa de meu caráter impulsivo, tinha raiva a menor provocação. Na maioria das vezes, depois de um desses incidentes me sentia envergonhado e me esforçava por consolar a quem tinha magoado.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;Um &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw12431637742470(event, this, '1286310016'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #ffffcc; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick12431637742470(1286310016);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.mundodasmensagens.com/mensagem1092.htm#"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;dia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;, meu professor me viu pedindo desculpas depois de uma explosão de raiva. Me entregou uma folha de papel lisa e me disse:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;- Amasse-a!- Com medo, obedeci e fiz com ela uma bolinha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;- Agora - voltou a dizer-me - deixe-a como estava antes.É óbvio que não pude deixá-la como antes. Por mais que tentei, o papel ficou cheio de pregas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;Então, disse-me o professor:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;- O &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw12137201090470(event, this, '1286310016'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #ffffcc; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick12137201090470(1286310016);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://www.mundodasmensagens.com/mensagem1092.htm#"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;coração&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt; das pessoas é como esse papel... A impressão que neles deixamos será tão difícil de apagar como esses amassados.Assim aprendi a ser mais compreensivo e mais paciente. Quando sinto vontade de estourar lembro deste papel amassado. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;A impressão que deixamos nas pessoas é impossível de apagar.Quando magoamos com nossas ações ou com nossas palavras, logo queremos consertar o erro, mas é tarde demais.Alguém disse, certa vez: "Fale quando tuas palavras sejam tão suaves como o silêncio". Como uma folha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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/446688148880856796-1672101353168619520?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1672101353168619520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=1672101353168619520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1672101353168619520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/1672101353168619520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/folha-de-papel.html' title='FOLHA DE PAPEL..'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0ZukeMR9qs/SL_0FgnoYsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hbSD46UgMIk/s72-c/untitled%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446688148880856796.post-3552264385754288527</id><published>2008-08-12T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:47:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXY GIRL</title><content type='html'>&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/446688148880856796-3552264385754288527?l=danisexygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3552264385754288527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446688148880856796&amp;postID=3552264385754288527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/3552264385754288527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446688148880856796/posts/default/3552264385754288527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danisexygirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/sexy-girl.html' title='SEXY GIRL'/><author><name>Dani Oliveira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07187332153405049770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHcwrYf_XaU/TdbRVBO6vCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5eqsLM1aOuM/s220/m%25C3%25A3e%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
