<?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-2509149686650038186</id><updated>2011-11-07T03:32:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-8002608663070360414</id><published>2011-07-23T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:08:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Hoje, durante uma conversa,&amp;nbsp;me disseram&amp;nbsp;a seguinte frase:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-color: rgb(220, 220, 220); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;“Amigos são iguais a grãos de areia, quando&amp;nbsp;o vento bate, alguns são levados, outros ficam e novos chegam.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Não concordo,&amp;nbsp;pois&amp;nbsp;os “amigos” que foram&amp;nbsp;levados pelo vento, não&amp;nbsp;eram, de fato,&amp;nbsp;seus&amp;nbsp;amigos,&amp;nbsp;tendo em vista&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;um amigo&amp;nbsp;lutaria contra o vento para não abandoná-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Afinal, não é um simples vento que vai apagar os segredos e os&amp;nbsp;bons e maus momentos compartilhados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Ficarei ao seu lado aconteça o que acontecer, afinal, 8 anos não são 8 dias ..certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Beijos do seu amor maior, gabi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lemirwIDsa1qcbw1ao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-8002608663070360414?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8002608663070360414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje-durante-uma-conversa-disseram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/8002608663070360414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/8002608663070360414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje-durante-uma-conversa-disseram.html' title=''/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-952674391837341917</id><published>2011-07-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:47:46.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsSjzExCXxo/Th9j7iFS8zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PrtnFHykCek/s1600/PAAAAHKYMZ8e7gMFPQWXLRYFTCtA-ieTGmZtwCvkjjn_tiXjVc7d_zE45K7yc-qTuRB3B6ZU6eudOjVLVl3GLdfiCk8Am1T1UPQHTzNsb-r4SySQ_fiUhfEaJrem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsSjzExCXxo/Th9j7iFS8zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PrtnFHykCek/s320/PAAAAHKYMZ8e7gMFPQWXLRYFTCtA-ieTGmZtwCvkjjn_tiXjVc7d_zE45K7yc-qTuRB3B6ZU6eudOjVLVl3GLdfiCk8Am1T1UPQHTzNsb-r4SySQ_fiUhfEaJrem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;And I have a question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Is it giving up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Cause that's not how you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;raised me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;And what is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;See, I don't know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;I used to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;up to that love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-952674391837341917?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/952674391837341917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-i-have-question-what-is-love-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/952674391837341917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/952674391837341917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-i-have-question-what-is-love-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsSjzExCXxo/Th9j7iFS8zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PrtnFHykCek/s72-c/PAAAAHKYMZ8e7gMFPQWXLRYFTCtA-ieTGmZtwCvkjjn_tiXjVc7d_zE45K7yc-qTuRB3B6ZU6eudOjVLVl3GLdfiCk8Am1T1UPQHTzNsb-r4SySQ_fiUhfEaJrem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-4042367012614944935</id><published>2011-07-04T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:09:54.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o "sim" e o "não" opte pelo "foda-se"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH2N5DU7HuQ/ThIeCWaM1VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hMxPFji7bdM/s1600/tumblr_ll9kqptHey1qdejk6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH2N5DU7HuQ/ThIeCWaM1VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hMxPFji7bdM/s400/tumblr_ll9kqptHey1qdejk6o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&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/2509149686650038186-4042367012614944935?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/4042367012614944935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/entre-o-sim-e-o-nao-opte-pelo-foda-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/4042367012614944935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/4042367012614944935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/entre-o-sim-e-o-nao-opte-pelo-foda-se.html' title='Entre o &quot;sim&quot; e o &quot;não&quot; opte pelo &quot;foda-se&quot;'/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH2N5DU7HuQ/ThIeCWaM1VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hMxPFji7bdM/s72-c/tumblr_ll9kqptHey1qdejk6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-3540678936782366189</id><published>2011-07-04T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:39:24.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8JhaZ1DPzo/ThIW0AgCIJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ittgLVx4Vjg/s1600/OgAAAN_WEA26th6u-6KwOi7GB_vgDHzr1R6TdaT3D2pexsDejXuM89lrdTU3M8O8XhyEW0SHjUgSWF2T1nkmnjqUN3gAm1T1UAZjZGHkmjOB2lEWs3vdddOnk3Ee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8JhaZ1DPzo/ThIW0AgCIJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ittgLVx4Vjg/s320/OgAAAN_WEA26th6u-6KwOi7GB_vgDHzr1R6TdaT3D2pexsDejXuM89lrdTU3M8O8XhyEW0SHjUgSWF2T1nkmnjqUN3gAm1T1UAZjZGHkmjOB2lEWs3vdddOnk3Ee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Tem horas que eu me perco sem você aqui, aí eu lembro: tá tão longe de mim. E o meu coração grita: mas tá aqui dentro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-3540678936782366189?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/3540678936782366189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-horas-que-eu-me-perco-sem-voce-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/3540678936782366189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/3540678936782366189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-horas-que-eu-me-perco-sem-voce-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8JhaZ1DPzo/ThIW0AgCIJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ittgLVx4Vjg/s72-c/OgAAAN_WEA26th6u-6KwOi7GB_vgDHzr1R6TdaT3D2pexsDejXuM89lrdTU3M8O8XhyEW0SHjUgSWF2T1nkmnjqUN3gAm1T1UAZjZGHkmjOB2lEWs3vdddOnk3Ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-9114369142991888530</id><published>2011-07-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:06:23.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece que todo dia eu cometo erros, eu não consigo fazer nada direito. 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Simple Plan'/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-7503704644274368702</id><published>2011-06-30T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:16:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg3_bnzvS1k/Tg0t_-JgPQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M0alBrl7A0c/s1600/PQAAABcXk0oswu20-0PM0nPKX2Ko-OBdQWiAolX-0epH0nNEQK97AfCgiRBfC3VB3EYh6Drs-0Yt0ff0q8UaGLAIBUgAm1T1UFB0zUInPtZmG-EEM34kDPh1cdsK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg3_bnzvS1k/Tg0t_-JgPQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M0alBrl7A0c/s400/PQAAABcXk0oswu20-0PM0nPKX2Ko-OBdQWiAolX-0epH0nNEQK97AfCgiRBfC3VB3EYh6Drs-0Yt0ff0q8UaGLAIBUgAm1T1UFB0zUInPtZmG-EEM34kDPh1cdsK.jpg" width="400" /&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/2509149686650038186-7503704644274368702?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/7503704644274368702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/7503704644274368702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/7503704644274368702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg3_bnzvS1k/Tg0t_-JgPQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M0alBrl7A0c/s72-c/PQAAABcXk0oswu20-0PM0nPKX2Ko-OBdQWiAolX-0epH0nNEQK97AfCgiRBfC3VB3EYh6Drs-0Yt0ff0q8UaGLAIBUgAm1T1UFB0zUInPtZmG-EEM34kDPh1cdsK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-5204815773250410837</id><published>2011-06-28T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:40:42.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doLV_0fuDq0/TgqCOQeOzvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/plbo5BU1gw8/s1600/tumblr_lkq34f0wOc1qfi6z7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doLV_0fuDq0/TgqCOQeOzvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/plbo5BU1gw8/s320/tumblr_lkq34f0wOc1qfi6z7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vivo de um tico de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vivo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vivo de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivo por mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E mais NADA!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;B.T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-5204815773250410837?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5204815773250410837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/06/vivo-de-um-tico-de-esperanca-vivo-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/5204815773250410837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/5204815773250410837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/06/vivo-de-um-tico-de-esperanca-vivo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doLV_0fuDq0/TgqCOQeOzvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/plbo5BU1gw8/s72-c/tumblr_lkq34f0wOc1qfi6z7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-9129285939065006675</id><published>2011-06-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:30:00.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precisa ser fria para ser rainha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWaYKy_glas/TatJIf0gKaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F8jnQdPic5I/s1600/OgAAAOCx7t-fxa6gQoumBlKBqS9fh9r5eSxbVfu-OLDd0VfXsHqjK27fo3tYKgMAUz-DYuIVd_GNpdX5FdW3WTr21eYAm1T1UAoUCEk050YI5U54nG6jwk6s7hY9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWaYKy_glas/TatJIf0gKaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F8jnQdPic5I/s400/OgAAAOCx7t-fxa6gQoumBlKBqS9fh9r5eSxbVfu-OLDd0VfXsHqjK27fo3tYKgMAUz-DYuIVd_GNpdX5FdW3WTr21eYAm1T1UAoUCEk050YI5U54nG6jwk6s7hY9.jpg" width="310" /&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/2509149686650038186-8420838811496867909?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/8420838811496867909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/8420838811496867909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/8420838811496867909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWaYKy_glas/TatJIf0gKaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/F8jnQdPic5I/s72-c/OgAAAOCx7t-fxa6gQoumBlKBqS9fh9r5eSxbVfu-OLDd0VfXsHqjK27fo3tYKgMAUz-DYuIVd_GNpdX5FdW3WTr21eYAm1T1UAoUCEk050YI5U54nG6jwk6s7hY9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-5826671122049987887</id><published>2011-03-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:45:31.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pessoa Errada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pF1jd3A_cpM/TYlCCTXci1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MdTemd-Y90E/s1600/OgAAAPO3neOIYeZ8nUtL9wsyhH5imB025vUkpQUpTny8y6wlpCgAQ7hsNzkwpTTn5wtaWvUsg2sns0o-6OtWIe8SRGsAm1T1UL5-TRgftz1I8tL0gEeNaLR0gqf8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pF1jd3A_cpM/TYlCCTXci1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MdTemd-Y90E/s400/OgAAAPO3neOIYeZ8nUtL9wsyhH5imB025vUkpQUpTny8y6wlpCgAQ7hsNzkwpTTn5wtaWvUsg2sns0o-6OtWIe8SRGsAm1T1UL5-TRgftz1I8tL0gEeNaLR0gqf8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Pensando bem, em tudo o que a gente vê, e vivencia, e ouve e pensa, não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente. Existe uma pessoa, que se você for parar pra pensar, é na verdade, a pessoa errada. Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho: chega na hora certa, fala as coisas certas, faz as coisas certas.Mas nem sempre precisamos das coisas certas. Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada. A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça, fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de amor. A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar, que é para na hora que vocês se encontrarem a entrega seja muito mais verdadeira.A pessoa errada, é na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa. Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar, mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas lagrimas, essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono, mas vai te dar em troca uma inesquecível noite de amor. Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado, mas vai estar toda a vida esperando você.A pessoa errada tem que aparecer para todo mundo, porque a vida não é certa, nada aqui é certo. O certo mesmo é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo amando, sorrindo, chorando, pensando, agindo, querendo e conseguindo. Só assim, é possível chegar aquele momento do dia em que a gente diz: "Graças a Deus, deu tudo certo!", quando na verdade, tudo o que Ele quer, é que a gente encontre a pessoa errada, Para que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito prá gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Nossa missão: Compreender o universo de cada ser humano, respeitar as diferenças, brindar as descobertas, buscar a evolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luis Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-5826671122049987887?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/5826671122049987887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/03/pessoa-errada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/5826671122049987887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/5826671122049987887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/03/pessoa-errada.html' title='A Pessoa Errada'/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pF1jd3A_cpM/TYlCCTXci1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MdTemd-Y90E/s72-c/OgAAAPO3neOIYeZ8nUtL9wsyhH5imB025vUkpQUpTny8y6wlpCgAQ7hsNzkwpTTn5wtaWvUsg2sns0o-6OtWIe8SRGsAm1T1UL5-TRgftz1I8tL0gEeNaLR0gqf8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-6990416524109484915</id><published>2011-03-12T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:44:56.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela: Porque você não desistiu de mim? 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maltrata..&quot;'/><author><name>Best Of Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348366256783490243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpDHDBTlXjk/TSpsLG3XOqI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWanXATJZ2k/S220/DSC00870.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2509149686650038186.post-9076270190458511388</id><published>2011-02-28T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:08:36.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe aquela sensação de estar&amp;nbsp;sozinho&amp;nbsp;mesmo estando numa multidão?Pois é quase sempre me sinto assim e ainda me pergunto o por que disso e ainda espero o dia desse descobrimento.Se temos amigos, não&amp;nbsp;deveríamos&amp;nbsp;nos sentir só então será que eu não tenho amigos e por isso me sinto sozinha&amp;nbsp;inúmeras&amp;nbsp;vezes?Como vou saber quem são meus verdadeiros amigos?Ainda tenho tantas descobertas pra fazer em relação ao amor, ao companheirismo a o que é confiança e no que diz respeito a amizade.Se é verdade que existe amor, que existe amizade, por que eu não consigo enchergar isso nas pessoas,por que não consigo ver sinceridade quando olho para elas?Um mistério interminável..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-9076270190458511388?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/9076270190458511388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/sabe-aquela-sensacao-de-estar-estando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na verdade tem a ver comigo sim, quando você me olhava via ela , quando me tocava sentia ela, quando dizia palavras de amor, pensava nela.Acho que foi um erro eu acreditar que você me amava.Depois dessas ultimas palavras eu tenho certeza que tudo não passou de uma confusão e ilusão,em ambos.Eu realmente achei que fosse pra valer,que esse amor que eu tanto procurava eu tinha encontrado,mas mais uma vez eu errei, e dói tanto lembrar disso,lembrar que eu nunca te tive, e nunca vou ter.Dói, dói muito quando você ama uma pessoa com todas as suas forças para no fim descobrir que foi enganada que foi tudo um mal entendido.A cada dia que passa,mais lembranças se passam em minha mente como um flash back,e a cada lembrança a dor aperta mais meu coração.Sinto que estou morrendo aos poucos..Pode parecer exagero,mas quando você ama alguém,e não é correspondido,é isso que você sente, como se nada mais fizesse sentido,como se sua vida dependesse somente dessa pessoa e de nada mais.O mais difícil é saber que vou ter que passar o resto da minha vida, sem você ao meu lado,mas vou ter que me acostumar com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2509149686650038186-2700360319667676696?l=beattrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/feeds/2700360319667676696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beattrice.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-verdade-tem-ver-comigo-sim-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2509149686650038186/posts/default/2700360319667676696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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