<?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-2908246571190584090</id><updated>2011-10-03T04:19:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felipe Coelhoo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Felipe Coelhoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932869257382689990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-1679393988167545940</id><published>2011-01-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:57:31.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Distância não é estar distante;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Distância não é saudade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Distância não é tristeza nem angústia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Distância é um conceito geográfico de espaço que separa fisicamente as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A distância anula-se com um abraço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Com a ternura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Com o carinho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A distância desaparece com o gesto, com a intenção;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A distância separa corpos mas não separa corações;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não descura o Sentimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não alimenta o desespero;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não há longe nem distância, quando de facto se quer amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando os limites não limitam os Sentidos e os Sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0" style="color: #003399; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-1679393988167545940?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1679393988167545940/comments/default' title='Postar 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src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/1941701468_8c59eb89a2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Essa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.paixaoeamor.com/mensagem/1429_essa_musica.html#" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Música&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Me leva para o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Que meus olhos não choravam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;taghw style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que minha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.paixaoeamor.com/mensagem/1429_essa_musica.html#" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;vida&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;era ficar a sua espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com os olhos nas estrelas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa Música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;taghw style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me faz sentir saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das vezes que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem nenhum medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te amava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E te fazia as minhas declarações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa Música me faz chorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;taghw style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois ignorei o&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.paixaoeamor.com/mensagem/1429_essa_musica.html#" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me entreguei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para um amor que só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Existiu nos meus sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que não me deixou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cumprir minhas promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me fez refém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa Música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fala de um Amor Abençoado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que acreditei viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi abençoado só nos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impossíveis sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E hoje só me resta sentir saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ouvir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa Música...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;TA ME TIRANDO O SONO. .. .. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Pela mesma&amp;nbsp;estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora nos separamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para cada um seguir seu rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A carregar este&amp;nbsp;coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheio de melancolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhei para o céu prestes a chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E pensei em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Nas noites sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca mais chorarei, prometo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou batalhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tentando ficar forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você também deve estar vendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este quarto minguante se apagando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda estamos ligados, eu te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dias em que esquento sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As mãos geladas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morro de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.paixaoeamor.com/mensagem/861_nas_noites_sem_voce.html#" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #006600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;audade&amp;nbsp;do seu calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo que você repita várias vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Eu te amo”, ao&amp;nbsp;telefone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso encostar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enxuguei as lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas noites sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca mais chorarei, prometo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou batalhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tentando ficar forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até o nosso próximo encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A palavra de amor que você me deu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos seus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #806c81; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será a minha fonte de energia para sobreviver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-8718113790702206648?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8718113790702206648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/noites-sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q64flp-I568/S7dyQMwKkhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/YFxxJ_QMfFg/s72-c/roleta_russa_ao_luar_steps_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-8697363403991631536</id><published>2010-11-23T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:12:29.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como te esquecer ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;em cada ser que deparo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em cada lugar que ando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sinto sua boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sabes quando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas amoras, nas cerejas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o sabor quando me beijas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vejo o teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim que a noite chega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trazendo o luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vejo o teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando brota uma flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas quero te esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não suporto mais este&amp;nbsp;amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que me faz sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esta angústia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de nem ao menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;poder te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se me queres tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corre aos meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e neste abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não quero mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;TE ESQUECER!!!&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/2908246571190584090-8697363403991631536?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-3529313048908957252</id><published>2010-11-21T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:21:54.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é viver ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://baiano.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/pegadas-neve-por-do-sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://baiano.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/pegadas-neve-por-do-sol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;O que é viver quando o maior motivo que tinha pra viver simplesmente nao cabe a ti mais ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;nao sei como serao meus dias daqui em diante nao sei se vou ser feliz calmo e perseverante cada segundo que se passa nao é o sulficiente pra combater com os que passei com voce mesmo nas horas de felicidades e de incertezas, nao tenho muita coisa pra expressar pois quem me trazia inspiraçao pra pensar em algo a celebrar hoje ao meu lado ja nao esta. tem coisas na vida que realmente veio pra fica, no caso voce, que veio e ficou .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;com palavras simples surradas choradas tento dizer o que vai importa daqui pra frente, simplesmente nada, pois quando voce apareceu mudei tudo que eu tinha pra seu nome , meus pensamentos desejos sonho vontade verdade e muitas outras coisas, e agora que se foi tudo isso se foi com voce, nao sei se existe tempo certo pra esquecer um amor de verdade um amor que voce sentio uma vez so em sua vida toda, mais se esse tempo existir tomara que ele nao seje muito longo pois se for nao sei se serei forte o bastante pra suportar tanta dor, momentos de felicidades juntos brincadeiras abraços tapas cobranças jorram em minhas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-3529313048908957252?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3529313048908957252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-e-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/3529313048908957252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-8485847148386571942</id><published>2010-11-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:56:30.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade se resume em amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voOGHiDs5iE/S_nHUyMpXXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Dv5kk7y6aIY/s1600/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voOGHiDs5iE/S_nHUyMpXXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Dv5kk7y6aIY/s1600/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="543" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Hoje" estou feliz por estar com voce ontem n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;ao sabia o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; que era ser feliz amanha nao sei se lembrarei o que e felicidade. Em todo mundo paises cidades é raro encontrar a felicidade eu tive que espera um tempo um bom tempo pra dar conta que o amor da minha vida estava diante dos meus olhos e hoje eu vejo que eu só precisaa levantar a cabeça e me esquecer por alguns momentos o que era problemas e magoas, e com isso eu chegei a conclusao que o amor e cego mais nao e besta e nem fraco. hoje mais um dia se passa e aquela louca vontade de estar com voce aumenta mais e mais, ja nao posso me conter quando te encontro eu saio do chao de si de cogitaçao eu ja nao sei mais se sou eu ou voce quem manda no meu coraçao. para a mulher da minha vida !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-8485847148386571942?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8485847148386571942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/felicidade-se-resume-em-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/8485847148386571942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/8485847148386571942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/felicidade-se-resume-em-amor.html' title='Felicidade se resume em amor'/><author><name>Felipe Coelhoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932869257382689990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voOGHiDs5iE/S_nHUyMpXXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Dv5kk7y6aIY/s72-c/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-3991321795967369888</id><published>2010-11-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:53:24.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que realmente importa ! ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.embaixadaamericana.org.br/photos/lucas-franca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://www.embaixadaamericana.org.br/photos/lucas-franca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Não importa o que você é... O importante é o que você quer ser... Não importa onde você está. Importa é para onde você quer ir... Não importa o porquê. O importante é o querer... Não importam suas mágoas. O importante mesmo são suas alegrias... Não importa o que você já passou. O passado? Guarde na sua lembrança... Nunca pense em julgar... Não veja. Apenas olhe... Não escute Apenas ouça... Não toque. Sinta... Acredite naquilo que quiser... Não adianta sonhar... se você não lutar... O mundo é um espelho. Não seja apenas um reflexo... Só acreditando num futuro você conseguirá paz para alcançar seus sonhos... Afinal, o que importa? Importa você...Acredite em você! E será muito feliz!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-3991321795967369888?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3991321795967369888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-importa-o-que-voce-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/3991321795967369888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/3991321795967369888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-importa-o-que-voce-e.html' title='O que realmente importa ! ?'/><author><name>Felipe Coelhoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932869257382689990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-4501074027797839771</id><published>2010-11-15T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:08:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada é por acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3M6IocL1uE/S9Ljj9rf5zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Tji56WllDhA/s1600/BXK15424_paisagem_tropical800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3M6IocL1uE/S9Ljj9rf5zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Tji56WllDhA/s320/BXK15424_paisagem_tropical800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;NADA É POR ACASO Se as coisas fossem perfeitas Não existiria lições de vida Não haveriam arrependimentos E nem descobertas... Se tudo fosse perfeito Mãos não se uniriam E sonhos não seriam valorizados. Se tudo fosse perfeito Olhares não se completariam E gestos passavam despercebidos. Se tudo fosse perfeito As lágrimas não existiriam As palavras seriam perfeitas .Se tudo fosse perfeito Eu pularia no abismo Sem medo da morte Pois asas eu ganharia... Se tudo fosse perfeito Eu atravessaria o oceano Sem medo de ser levada pelas ondas Sem receios de me perder em suas profundezas .Se tudo fosse perfeitoDores não existiriam E a cura não seria procurada... Se tudo fosse perfeitoNão haveria a busca pela perfeição... Nada é por acaso Pois nem o destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-4501074027797839771?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4501074027797839771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/nada-e-por-acaso-se-as-coisas-fossem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/4501074027797839771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/4501074027797839771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/nada-e-por-acaso-se-as-coisas-fossem.html' title='Nada é por acaso'/><author><name>Felipe Coelhoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932869257382689990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3M6IocL1uE/S9Ljj9rf5zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Tji56WllDhA/s72-c/BXK15424_paisagem_tropical800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2908246571190584090.post-1913631970585679634</id><published>2010-11-15T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:54:04.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOGdPYAqKEI/AAAAAAAAABA/XDEzJMkYMaM/s1600/i-am-in-love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOGdPYAqKEI/AAAAAAAAABA/XDEzJMkYMaM/s1600/i-am-in-love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ah alguns dias percebi que a vida não tem sentido, tudo que fasso hoje no amanha ja é esquecido até por mim mesmo, olho para tras e vejo que nada que planejamos é concreto nada que praticamos é correto, a vida muitas vezes nos ensina mais não aprendemos por que somos seres humanos tolos que não sabemos controlar nossos anseios, ah duas semanas eu estou me dedicando a uma pessoa que nunca chegei a imaginar que perto dela um dia eu poderia estar, e foi quando a vida me surpreendeu de uma forma tola e absurda fazendo com que eu ame essa pessoa, mais sera que alguem pode me dizer por que existe distancia e nao aproximaçao , e por que existe promessas e não&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;concretização&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;? hoje eu estou amando mais amanha eu ja nao sei se estarei fazendo a mesma coisa. nao que eu nao queira mais quem e você que esta lendo , sabe me responder ,. nao né. fato que nada do que sabemos e o sulficiente pra saber se e certo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2908246571190584090-1913631970585679634?l=lipecoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1913631970585679634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisas-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/1913631970585679634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2908246571190584090/posts/default/1913631970585679634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipecoelho.blogspot.com/2010/11/coisas-da-vida.html' title='Coisas da vida'/><author><name>Felipe Coelhoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932869257382689990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOK4HhYRObI/AAAAAAAAABU/m-Y5vUF_q1o/S220/OgAAAN3AEI6gHus228jUvb_L5EcrHAOP29Vsat0Kp0pgbuqAxpe17MAMLFqE2nfQ4OyrDN81nLENt5r-HiWDGTVmOvwAm1T1UK_UnnibVW0CmHs1P7BJDdnZSlIz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBjzTsCMcc/TOGdPYAqKEI/AAAAAAAAABA/XDEzJMkYMaM/s72-c/i-am-in-love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
