<?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-5795253892598680352</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:58:32.585-08:00</updated><category term='celine dion-ı love you....'/><category term='rihanna-umbrella:=)'/><title type='text'>A brand new start</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where all crazy ideas, all emotions, all secrets are showing... Nothing can be hide...
Because every day is a new start...
 A brand new start!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5203042284461034693</id><published>2011-03-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:50:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The saga of the food</title><content type='html'>You know, I like my brother, but sometimes he just makes me really angry. For exemple, yesterday. I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;      I pass all day long at home, doing nothing. Well, no necesserily, but I passed the day on msn, twitting and watching tv. My brother, just to 'make something different' passed the at my father's, when he arrived, he was a little bit in a bad mood and i don't know why. He was not stupid but he didn't say 'hi'. He brought a frozen pizza, that one we buy at the supermarket. The very first thing he said was: &lt;br /&gt;     - Are you going to order some food?&lt;br /&gt;     My mom said no and asked 'why'.&lt;br /&gt;     - Because if you are, I will put this pizza at the fridge. But are you going to eat it?&lt;br /&gt;     Again mom said no. she isn't going to eat neither order food. I said I was going to take a hotdog later.&lt;br /&gt;     Everything went fine, he put the pizza into the oven.. but when he ate it, for a reason I don't know, he thought it wasn't good. He made us try it, at the begining he disn't really want to share it with us. I get this ponit because he asked 'Doesn't even Carol want some?' when my mom said she didn't want. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;    It wasn't bad, just raw. The boy put that frozen pizza in the oven and he expected that in 10 min it could be ready to eat? No way.&lt;br /&gt;    So the child (who is not a child anymore) decide to say it was not good at all. And it was because of the potato he put on it. Seriouly I had opened that potato (it was like chips) for lunch it couldn't be bad. It was impossible. I tryed to explain. Without success.&lt;br /&gt;    I changed my clothes and said:&lt;br /&gt;    - I'm going to take my hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;    - Then, I am going with you.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I thought: "WTF? You get here and don't want to share the food you bring and i have to pay a hotdog for you? NO WAY!"&lt;br /&gt;    - Mom i need some money then. (Yes, i needed, because all that i have was 5 reais)&lt;br /&gt;    - She said that there was some money on the bedside table.. i take that money and left to take my hotdog, I was happy and starving.&lt;br /&gt;    The problem was: That 'hotdog cooker' wasn't there, so i turned right in the next corner. I wanted a hotdog, I didn't want anything else. But my brother get angry because i was coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Are you coming back home?&lt;br /&gt;   - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;   - Ah.&lt;br /&gt;   - Why? Do you want anything?&lt;br /&gt;   - But Will I eat alone?&lt;br /&gt;   - Yes Pedro, I wanted a hotdog, there isn't it, I am coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A very simple thought, am I wrong? But he didn't think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Ah, so I don't want anything.&lt;br /&gt;   - But.. Don't you want anything? Are you sure? We are already here.&lt;br /&gt;   - No, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;   - Is there anything you want to?&lt;br /&gt;   - No, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then a little discussion like "why are you mad? I'm not. You don't need to speak like this. ok you're t=right ¬¬"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you don't want, you don't want. I'm really coming back home. - I thought. Sweet ilusion! When i get the corner near my house he said: I sandwich from gas station!&lt;br /&gt;   Yes, I wish to kill him, but i just keep going straight ahead to the gas station. He bought his sandwich, we got home, he ate it. I knew there was some strogonoff at the fridge so i decided to eat it. I offer it to my mom. she had eaten anything so far, just like me. She said no again. Ok. The problem is: I am very kind and good girl! I knew my brother liked this dish, so I offered it. But i really hope he doesn't accepted it, as he had already eaten. There was just a little of this.&lt;br /&gt;    - Pepeu Do you want some?&lt;br /&gt;    - Yes, a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All that was just a little. He didn't know it, buuuuttt.. he could had had a good sense and said 'no', whatever&lt;br /&gt;    The thing is, I didn't eat, because i had anything to eat, yes, I left all 'the little' of strogonoff for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Forgive my mistakes! send me a message if you noted it, I'll correct it! Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5203042284461034693?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5203042284461034693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5203042284461034693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5203042284461034693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5203042284461034693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2011/03/saga-of-food.html' title='The saga of the food'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7566698426866293064</id><published>2011-02-23T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:45:28.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was the day..</title><content type='html'>Today is February 24th. It's exactly 1:40am. It is Thurdays and the year is 2011. 23 years before i was borning... My mom was probabily nervous at this time.. and maybe my father was driving her to the hospital...I don't know what exactly they expected, but I know they were really happy when I got this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back to the past a for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born a not so beautiful baby as my mother insist to remind me... "you were thin and big, and you had that very long and thin fingers.. and you used to play with them.. It was a little scared" You can imagine that scene.. my mom was very young she was 19 when I came to life..so i understan her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dQtxrJCOpk/TWXkfqOfKRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uHXppyl3l-c/s1600/Digitalizar0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dQtxrJCOpk/TWXkfqOfKRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uHXppyl3l-c/s320/Digitalizar0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114946130356498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me in one of my very first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the pictures that by the way I have a lot of pictures. Thanks God! I know I was not the most beautiful baby at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj-xFeA82kw/TWXjqiKzRBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p8JM7evyV0o/s1600/Digitalizar0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114033434346514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj-xFeA82kw/TWXjqiKzRBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p8JM7evyV0o/s320/Digitalizar0052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was not wrong at all.. As you can notice.. Adorable baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that water was too hot for me, I have never been such a huge fan of hot water, and now i figure out why... anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my parents took care of me all the time.. and I do know I 'gave' a lot of headache too... not at school, not because i was a 'bad' kid, no.. but i had some heath problems and they did everything they could and more... we didn't have a good finacial condition, but I always got what I wanted the most.. They made a lot sacrifices for me.. and i should Thanks them every day of my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very happy kid, I was smart, cute, polite.. always! Dad and mom taught me the very powerful words such as 'thank you', 'excuse me', 'sorry', 'please'.&lt;br /&gt;I used to do very good at school, acctually i was one of the best of my class.. At the age of ten i had already read all books of the library in my primary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed school, my grades got down.,,  you know, the adolescence arrives to anyone.. i have never been rude with my parents, but they started to be a little disapointed with me.. i didnt want to study anymore.. I wanted to go out and have some fun.. I didn't bring real and big problems to my parents.. i never smoke, drink or use drugs.. but i started upset my parents with small action, some words.  I didn't care about my future.. but they always did.. And the most important they never give up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was in high school my parents divorced, it was a hard and bad time for me.. no one really knows about it.. I tried to pretend everything was ok for me, but it was  not..  I saw my mom suffering, I was mad at my father I didn't want to talk to him nor even see him..  But it passed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. then came university.. the church the turkish boy friend, the year that i didn't passed my classes, my father's frustation.. and then we get here.. in February 24th... 2011.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. thinking about everything.. I know, every single action, word, frustation, angry, happiness... everything just help me to get here.. where I am.. helps me to 'build' who I am today.. &lt;br /&gt;I am what I am because of my parents, because of my past.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom and Dad to care about me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWL3dDnCrYE/TWXwMJI0TgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s4AsRe2lgsg/s1600/compacta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWL3dDnCrYE/TWXwMJI0TgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s4AsRe2lgsg/s320/compacta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577127804970225154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7566698426866293064?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7566698426866293064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7566698426866293064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7566698426866293064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7566698426866293064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-was-day.html' title='That was the day..'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dQtxrJCOpk/TWXkfqOfKRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uHXppyl3l-c/s72-c/Digitalizar0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7441159229137264597</id><published>2011-02-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:48:58.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Rules for Living  - Regras de ouro para a vida!</title><content type='html'>I read this in somewhere... I think in a Wizard's book, and I liked.. And I'm writting it here now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Para as pessoas que entenderam nada do que eu disse... a tradução estará logo abaixo, como o texto era originalmente en inglês resolvi escrever primeiro em ingles dessa vez.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo..  here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Rules for Living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you open it, close it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you turn it on, turn it off;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you unlock it, lock it up;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you break it, admit it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't fiz it, call in someone who can;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you borrow it, return it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you value it, take care of it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you make a mess, clean it up;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you move it, put it back;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it belongs to someone else and you want to use it, get permission;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't know to operate it, leave it alone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's none of your business, don't ask questions;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it ain't broke, don't fix it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it will brighten someone's day, say it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it wilkl tarnish someone's reputation, keep it to yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is pretty much right.. If you really take these rules with you.. you can make a lot of people happy and you will be too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, tá bom...  pronto aqui vai a tradução..  bem livre hein.. até por que traduzir literalmente um texto desse não ficaria legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regras de Ouro para a vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você abrir, feche;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você ligar, desligue;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se destrancar, tranque de novo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se quebrar algo, adimita;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não pode consertar, peça a alguém que possa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se emprestar, devolva;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se valoriza alguma coisa ou alguém, cuide; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se fizer bagunça, organize;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se mover algo, coloque no lugar de novo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se algo pertence a alguém e você quer usar, peça permissão; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não sabe como mexer, não mexa; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não quebrou, não conserte;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se 'isso' fizer o dia de alguém 'brilhar', diga isso;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você for estragar a reputação de alguém, guarde isso pra você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é isso.. eu acho essas regras muito validas, embora algumas vezes não as tenha seguido, mas eu também não as conhecia. (não o texto pelo menos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sempre que vou escrever algo mais 'formal' fico com medo de escrever errado e de fato tenho tido dificuldades absurdas com a nossa amada Lingua Portuguesa. Não me pergunte o porquê. Eu não sei responder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA MENTAL: Ler mais!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7441159229137264597?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7441159229137264597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7441159229137264597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7441159229137264597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7441159229137264597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2011/02/golden-rules-for-living-regras-de-ouro.html' title='Golden Rules for Living  - Regras de ouro para a vida!'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2191801403303933839</id><published>2011-01-21T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:07:54.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Exception   -   A única exceção</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="450" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-J7J_IWUhls?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A única exceção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era mais nova eu vi&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai chorando e praguejando ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Ele partiu seu próprio coração e&lt;br /&gt;Eu assisti enquanto ele tentava remontá-lo&lt;br /&gt;E minha mãe jurou que jamais&lt;br /&gt;Se deixaria esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E aquele foi o dia que eu prometi&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca cantaria sobre amor, se ele não existisse&lt;br /&gt;Mas querido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu saiba, em algum lugar, no fundo da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor nunca dura&lt;br /&gt;E nós temos que arranjar outros meios de seguir&lt;br /&gt;Em frente sozinhos ou manter a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre vivi assim&lt;br /&gt;Mantendo uma distância confortável&lt;br /&gt;E até agora eu jurei pra mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que eu era feliz com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Porque nada disso nunca valeu o risco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você é a única exceção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um forte controle sobre a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso deixar o que está aqui diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você vai embora pela manhã, quando acordar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe com alguma prova de que isso não foi um sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou quase acreditando&lt;br /&gt;Oh, e eu estou quase acreditando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/paramore/1554957/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song by Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2191801403303933839?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2191801403303933839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2191801403303933839' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2191801403303933839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2191801403303933839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-exception.html' title='The Only Exception   -   A única exceção'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-J7J_IWUhls/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-9155974529035014062</id><published>2011-01-19T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:13:34.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that is it....</title><content type='html'>I am always think about who i am.. who I want to be.. this kind of things.. and I am not sure I am who I liked to be when i was younger, I don't really remember if just one day I desire to be whatI am today... I mean, I am a happy person in general.. I got a great job, I am finishing my college, I'm lucky because my parents are still here.. but sometimes I feel like I've missing so many things just because I am afraid of trying.. or just because I am afraid of show who I really am.. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe I hide too much inside, or not.. I want to be always in a good mood, or at least seem so..  but it is not easy at all... And some people really see it..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should face my fears or just let things go.. I mean I have soo many dreams.. but I am afraid to let some things go, because it should change my life...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wake up and I want to do everything that come to my mind without think too much.. Just do it! Almost all the times it happen I think too much and I don't do... and that  things are not too dificil or illegal.. It can be just go walking on the street at the middle of the night.. or stop my car in a empty place and scream out loud... or just dance, sing no matter how stupid it seems.. &lt;br /&gt;I know I am still a child and I am not sure if I want to grow up.. &lt;br /&gt;I know I always wanted a good job.. and i have one..&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted happy days.. and I have a couple of them..&lt;br /&gt;I know the life won't be easy or joy always.. and i already felt it..&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't have everything I wish or want... I lived it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I am lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-9155974529035014062?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/9155974529035014062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=9155974529035014062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/9155974529035014062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/9155974529035014062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-is-it.html' title='that is it....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7493034451077727683</id><published>2011-01-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:37:33.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Well.. that is it.. I think I'm giving up... but i still don't know if i should.. or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait but i dont want to hurry up, i just want to let things going on.. like normally but it is too hard to do...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to care anymore..&lt;br /&gt; i just dont!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7493034451077727683?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7493034451077727683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7493034451077727683' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7493034451077727683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7493034451077727683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7630546115821755621</id><published>2010-12-21T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:55:54.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando    -    Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TRE-gyxXvqI/AAAAAAAAADw/5z-hqcrvkUk/s1600/107345210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553288548630118050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TRE-gyxXvqI/AAAAAAAAADw/5z-hqcrvkUk/s320/107345210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como já é sabido, sou uma pessoa que pensa muito, o tempo todo e sobre tudo, exceto é claro quando eu de fato deveria pensar.. aí sou uma completa idiota.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa semana tem sido uma semana e tanto... Muitas amizades nascendo, coisas boas acontecendo... dias felizes... muitas novidades..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sempre parece que alguma coisa vai dar errado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre bate aquela tristeza no fim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se nada fosse acontecer de novo, como se tudo isso fosse só uma fantasia ou não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria mesmo que as coisas acontecessem rápido... mas gosto muito do jeito que está.. Talvez seja melhor que continuem assim, pelo menos por enquanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"E eu só queria ter mais um dia pra acreditar que a Terra do Nunca existe afinal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know I am a person who thinks a lot, everytime and about everything but when I should think I usually don't then I am a idiot completely.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been a very nice week so far.. many friendship are borning... good things are happening.. happy days.. many many news.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But always seems like something bad will happen... The sadness always knock the door at the end... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like nothing could happen again.. like if everything was just a fantasy or.. I don't know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish that the things could happen faster... but I do like how it is... Maybe it is better that things keep going like this.. at least for now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And I just wish I could have one more day to believe that The Neverland really exist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=6796156656530057990"&gt;By Carol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7630546115821755621?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7630546115821755621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7630546115821755621' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7630546115821755621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7630546115821755621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensando-thinking.html' title='Pensando    -    Thinking'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TRE-gyxXvqI/AAAAAAAAADw/5z-hqcrvkUk/s72-c/107345210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3537576259961907469</id><published>2010-12-17T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:48:44.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something special...</title><content type='html'>Bom, li uma coisa muito boa e resolvi rouba-la! Os creditos estão ao fim do texto&lt;br /&gt;(If you don't understand Portuguese, just keep going down, there is the same text in English.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551672733729877330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TQuA7_Mw7VI/AAAAAAAAADo/hpzs0jaOl5M/s320/106939944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confio em vc ...&lt;br /&gt;Te amo , sei que nunca me enganou e nunca o fará , sinto que és fiél , está sempre comigo, me da alegrias , me completa , me faz feliz , divide minhas vitórias mas principalmente nas derrotas vc sempre esta de braços abertos me esperando com seu sorriso lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca me trocara por uma ilusão ou um amigo desonesto ...&lt;br /&gt;Confio em vc ...&lt;br /&gt;Te amo , nos completamos , vc é minha metade, a metade que procurei a vida toda e nunca me dei conta que estava sempre aqui comigo. Sim, fui um tolo acreditei em falsas promessas deixei me iludir e você? Você estava aqui sempre esperando meu retorno com frases de carinho , melodias de conforto , poesias prontas pra dizer em meu ouvido , arranjos melódicos que em sua voz soam como o mais lindo dos sonetos o mais lindo dos poemas , seu peito colado ao meu tem som de tambores batendo em perfeita harmonia como se estivessem dizendo um ao outro "Não pare antes de mim".&lt;br /&gt;E por isso caminharemos sempre juntos numa só batida , num só compasso , num só coração!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;confio em vc ...&lt;br /&gt;minha MUSICA, minha ARTE, minha VIDA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=11306868967821918562"&gt;By Ygor Requena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I read a very good text and I stole it and put it here. The credits are on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I know you never cheat me and you will never do. I feel that you are loyal, you are always with me, you give me joy, you complete me and make me happy. You share with me my wins but specialy on loss... you are always with open arms waiting me with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;I know you will never substitute me for a ilusion or a dishonest friend...&lt;br /&gt;I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you, we complete each other, you are my 'half', that one i looked for all my life and i never realized you were always here with me. Yes, I was silly, i believed in false promises, I let you confused me, and you? You were here, waiting me with affection sentences, comfort melodies and ready poems to say in my ear. Melodic arrangments that in your voice sounds like the most beautiful sonnets, the most beautiful poems.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck your chest to mine, has the sound of drums beating in perfect harmony as if they were telling each other "Don't stop before me".&lt;br /&gt;And because of this we'll walk together in just one hit, just one bar, just one heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;My MUSIC, my ART, my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile?uid=11306868967821918562"&gt;By Ygor Requena&lt;/a&gt; - translation by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.. Please coment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-3537576259961907469?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/3537576259961907469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=3537576259961907469' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3537576259961907469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3537576259961907469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-special.html' title='Something special...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TQuA7_Mw7VI/AAAAAAAAADo/hpzs0jaOl5M/s72-c/106939944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-8400318030009204043</id><published>2010-12-09T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:21:41.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I felt and what I feel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TQHG56BLnNI/AAAAAAAAADY/4Kmbl7vzuTc/s1600/_Reality_knocks_at_my_door__by_Nonnetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548934914026216658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TQHG56BLnNI/AAAAAAAAADY/4Kmbl7vzuTc/s320/_Reality_knocks_at_my_door__by_Nonnetta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came, and it was special.. I've never seen such a sweet person before, all things i wish i'd forget.. I really thought to let everything behide for you, I was really changing all my life for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though I was not sure it was right, but I loved you, and there was just one thing in my mind: "I will try as hard as I can. If it doesn't work, won't be my fault. "&lt;br /&gt;And I tried harder and harder, and it didn't work. When you came to me and said: "You are such a great person but you are not for me" I just cried over and over again.. day after day.. week after week.. And I was so hurted inside, deeply hurted, I just couldn't move on.. I didn't want to forget.. I asked you millions of time "please, don't forget." but you did... and I couldn't.. and I hardly thought it was my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've missed you so far, all our talks and words.. I've missed your eyes and your voice... I tryed don't mind, but again I couldn't. At the end I thought "What did I do so wrong? Why didn't it work?" And I felt silly to believe you. I felt stupid to believe in all those things. But again, I loved you, and it was real, I am sure it was... Maybe I am writting this just to pass a line over it. When I open it, I had no intension to write about this, but I don't really know what happened.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing is right and it is.. God doesn't let us do such a stupid thing by chance, all these had a purpose, I mean, I hope it had. Because it really hurted me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide your pictures in my notebook so far... but somedays ago every thing change.. or I thought it was changed. "I will put it here, when you clean it your heart will decide what you should do" - Thank you for these words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just met because of a green light... and i was a crazy person for him already. It was funny I confess. Something else happened after that moment... and it was special too.. more than that time i was talking about, because it was a real person not a machine, and I could feel alive again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally hopeless, and live without hope is not good, I do know it. Sometimes I am like a child, and maybe I will be like this forever... and this is not good at all. Because I want to see him, I want to be with him, I want to call just to say good night, maybe he doesn't. And I feel I will screw up everything. "I can't set my hopes to high." But this feeling: Be alive is too much good. Even if I don't want to thing just me and I really don't. I don't care too much about me, I just want someone else to make happy, to make smile and to trust. I just want to have someone else to believe and share the happiness and everything. Just to make both of our lifes more pleaseant, happy and easy, because it is always good when there is someone on our side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also feel I need to apologize, because I am acting like a little child, like a 15 years-old-girl. And I don't like, so I am sorry. But this is me, I can't hide my bad side from him, 'cause he is so clear. I really wish I could be better... and don't make such a stupid mistakes like that..&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I wish he could think like me, and feel like me, and want the same things.. but I am not sure about this. Time will show, if i don't mess up everything before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Carol&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/5795253892598680352-8400318030009204043?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8400318030009204043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8400318030009204043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8400318030009204043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8400318030009204043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-felt-and-what-i-feel.html' title='What I felt and what I feel....'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TQHG56BLnNI/AAAAAAAAADY/4Kmbl7vzuTc/s72-c/_Reality_knocks_at_my_door__by_Nonnetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-1707167923325728017</id><published>2010-12-05T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:07:55.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças...      -    Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TPxKWqB4MCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ixp__RuOWLo/s1600/n569873904_8935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547390594113351714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TPxKWqB4MCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ixp__RuOWLo/s320/n569873904_8935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, algumas coisas de fato nos prende em algum lugar no passado, distante ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquele livro..?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele programa de TV...?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela música...?&lt;br /&gt;Um cheiro....&lt;br /&gt;Uma imagem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que nos faz lembrar de coisas..&lt;br /&gt;Algumas ruins, outras boas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabemos o porque, sempre que ouvimos, lemos, assistimos, ou o que quer que seja, lembramos do que já foi, e sentimos saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que dói, que abre feridas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas temos que seguir as nossas vidas mesmo contra nossa vontade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, somethings really holds us in somewhere in the past, it can be a past far away or not.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that book...?&lt;br /&gt;that TV program..?&lt;br /&gt;That music...?&lt;br /&gt;A smell&lt;br /&gt;a image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that makes us remember something..&lt;br /&gt;some of them are good, others are bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we don't know why, everytime we listen, read, watch or whatever, we remember what passed and we miss it..&lt;br /&gt;"saudade" that hurts, that open sores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have to go on with life even against will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-1707167923325728017?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/1707167923325728017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=1707167923325728017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/1707167923325728017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/1707167923325728017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/12/lembrancas-memories.html' title='Lembranças...      -    Memories...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TPxKWqB4MCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ixp__RuOWLo/s72-c/n569873904_8935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5154932703486368794</id><published>2010-08-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:32:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pequeno Príncipe - The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaaah O pequeno príncipe!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(You can read what is writing in this video below, at the 'english part'. Don't worry you'll understand!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jxrIk8gHZaQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxrIk8gHZaQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxrIk8gHZaQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai.. meu livro preferido para sempre.. sabe aquele livro que cada vez que você lê, vê alguma coisa diferente, aprende alguma coisa nova? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essa é minha relação com 'O Pequeno Principe'. E sempre, sempre choro.  A pouco tempo comprei o DVD com o filme! É mais lindo ainda!!!! Tenho o 'audio book' também!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem ainda não leu, e pode ler, por favor, leia. Pelo menos uma vez! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite book EVER.. Do you know that book that each time you read, you see something different, you learn something new about? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is my relationship with 'The Little Prince'. And I always, always cry. A short time ago I bought the DVD. It is soo amazing!!!! I also have the 'audio book'!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you didnt read it yet, b ut you can read, please, read it! At least once! Just try! You wont regret about!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost forget... the video.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The Little Prince. writing by the author, pilot and french jornalist: Antonie Sant-Exupéry (07/29/1900- 07/31/1944).&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a child book, but actualy, it is a book dedicated to the child that all grown up person was one day..&lt;br /&gt;The Little prince lived alone in a very small planet, there was 3 vulcanoes, two of them was actives, and one of them was extinct.&lt;br /&gt;There also was a flower, it was soo beautiful, but full or 'proud' and whims.&lt;br /&gt;He lived to atent its desires, because he loved it soo much. But its 'proud' makes him sad...&lt;br /&gt;Then he left his planet, to travel all around the galaxy to find new friends...&lt;br /&gt;The planet where he passed, he met unusual characters...&lt;br /&gt;That, one by one teaches very valueable lessons of life, because of their mistakes and successes..&lt;br /&gt;But was in the Earth that he learned the most imtant lesson with a fox...&lt;br /&gt;He learned the secret about the true friendship. about the true love.&lt;br /&gt;You can learn these lessons too...&lt;br /&gt;Unravel this secret..&lt;br /&gt;Rediscover the child who is lost into you.."&lt;br /&gt;Created by Karina and Manuela!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;by Carol Ayfus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5154932703486368794?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5154932703486368794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5154932703486368794' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5154932703486368794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5154932703486368794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/08/livroclip-o-pequeno-principe.html' title='O Pequeno Príncipe - The Little Prince'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3482621366196704426</id><published>2010-08-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:03:47.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Relacionamento e significado"    -   "Relationship meaning"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cá estou eu outra vez, depois de muito tempo... Não se preocupe, eu posso demorar mas eu nunca esqueço essa página.. Eu sei que isso nem é important! bom, lá vamos nós de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Estava pensando sobre algumas coisas e eu realmente não consigo fazer isso..&lt;br /&gt;Quero compartilhar isso: Relacionamentos e significados...&lt;br /&gt;Você relaciona coisas com pessoas também?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu faço isso, Sempre relaciono imagens, perfumes, palavras, frases, etc.. com pessoas ou uma situação especifica...&lt;br /&gt;O problema é: Eu não consigo usar aquilo de novo, pelo menos não sem lembrar da pessoa ou situação em questão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro que usei um papel de parede muito bonito&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está a imagem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFo6mIgicNI/AAAAAAAAACw/hu35PUBrSEA/s1600/57202544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501774321579880658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFo6mIgicNI/AAAAAAAAACw/hu35PUBrSEA/s320/57202544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sim, tem uma história por trás disso, e eu posso contar: Eu achei essa imagem em um site e eu estava conversando com alguém sobre isso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Uau, eu queria ver isso um dia!&lt;br /&gt;Outra pessoa: Sério? Acho que seria maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Acho que sim..&lt;br /&gt;Outra pessoa: Você sabe como isso acontece?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Não sei não..&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso eu fiquei curiosa pra saber como isso acontecia, então fiz uma pesquisa na internet e enviei a resposta para a pessoa, e ela ficou muito surpresa. Esse foi um sentimento muito bom. Sim, esse foi meu plano de fundo por 3 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois disso, tive muitos e diferentes papéis de parede que variavam entre: pessoas famosas e anônimas, animais, bebês, frases.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O último foi uma foto minha, eu não achei a foto, mas tinha uma frase nela, e foi a frase que deu o significado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Try to smile when I look at&lt;br /&gt;you, I wanna see your smile"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Tente sorrir quando eu olho pra você, eu quero ver seu sorriso]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sim, isso deu o significado, uma simples frase, eu não sei o que aconteceu quando eu li essa frase a primeira vez, mas isso foi importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E agora uso essa imagem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFpDQ3A_boI/AAAAAAAAADA/noUMtRCF9Ek/s1600/29754_441562670967_714830967_5595565_6422906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501783851711557250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFpDQ3A_boI/AAAAAAAAADA/noUMtRCF9Ek/s320/29754_441562670967_714830967_5595565_6422906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas mudam o tempo todo, eu contei sobre meus papeis de parede, mas essa não é a única coisa que posso dizer.. tem os cheiros e as coisas que eu uso, como por exemplo minha correntinha...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero dizer é: Não consigo usar essas coisas sem o significado, sempre que eu vejo essas coisaseu lembro da situaçãi, do cheiro, da pessoa..&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas simplesmente não podemos evitar, essa é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu pergunto: Essas coisas acontecem com vocês também?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here I am again, after a long time.. Don't worry, I can be late but i never forget this page.. I know it is not important! Well, here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about something and I really can't do that..&lt;br /&gt;I want to share it if you all: relationship and meaning..&lt;br /&gt;Do you relate things with people too?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. I always relate images, fragance, words, sentences, etc with someone or some specific situation...&lt;br /&gt;The problem is: I can't use that again, at least without remember that situation or that person.&lt;br /&gt;I remember.. I used to put a good image in my wallpaper..&lt;br /&gt;Here is the image..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFo6mIgicNI/AAAAAAAAACw/hu35PUBrSEA/s1600/57202544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501774321579880658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFo6mIgicNI/AAAAAAAAACw/hu35PUBrSEA/s320/57202544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes there is a story behide it.. and I can tell: I found it in a website, and i was talking with someone about it..&lt;br /&gt;me: wow, i wonder to see it one day!&lt;br /&gt;other person: Really? I think it could be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;me: yes.. i think so..&lt;br /&gt;other person: How do you think it happen?&lt;br /&gt;me: I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;after that i was so curious about how it happened, and I researched about on web. Then I send the asnwer for this person. and the person was very surprised. It was such a good feeling. Yes, it was in my 'wall' for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had many many different 'walls' : famous or annonimous people, babies, animals, sentences... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The last one was one of my pics... I couldn't find the pic but there was a sentence on it, and the sentese gave the meaning..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Try to smile when I look at&lt;br /&gt;you, I wanna see your smile"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes it gave the meaning... one simple sentence, i dont know what happen when i read this sentence first, but it was important that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And now my wallpaper is this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFo9Z3J4l3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/uLK_Zympx4c/s1600/29754_441562670967_714830967_5595565_6422906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501777409297913714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TFo9Z3J4l3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/uLK_Zympx4c/s320/29754_441562670967_714830967_5595565_6422906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Things change all the time.. I told you about my wallpapers, but it is not the only one thing i can say.. there are frangances and things I wear, like my necklace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;But what i wanna say is, I can't use this stuff without the meaning, everytime I saw these things I remember the situation, I remember the fragance, I remember the person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somethings we can't avoid, this is one of these things that i can't avoid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I ask: Does it happen with you too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;by Carol Ayfus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Músicas, conversas, brigas, fotos, meninos, forum.. ai meu deus.. tanta coisa que passou e agora a gente pensa... "OMG como passou rápido..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem depois de muito tempo sem conseguir ligar meu pc.. finalmente ele funcionou.. E descobri mais coisas.. precisava pegar umas fotos e algum material que tinha nele, na minha pasta de 'imagens' tinha umas com o título 'prints' quando abri.. parece que 2006 voltou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis o que encontrei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqTqFn3jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5wRgUk65gHs/s1600/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487823400643059250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqTqFn3jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5wRgUk65gHs/s320/imagem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqTbJM52I/AAAAAAAAABs/b5lqGFRne0c/s1600/car%C3%B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487823396631537506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqTbJM52I/AAAAAAAAABs/b5lqGFRne0c/s320/car%C3%B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqTA612KI/AAAAAAAAABk/uUsfn1dFOIk/s1600/car%C3%B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqS4KSdKI/AAAAAAAAABc/JDLsU4zk7YQ/s1600/Anna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487823387240854690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqS4KSdKI/AAAAAAAAABc/JDLsU4zk7YQ/s320/Anna.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqSmJKVmI/AAAAAAAAABU/jWH_hCLryPc/s1600/5833770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487823382404290146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqSmJKVmI/AAAAAAAAABU/jWH_hCLryPc/s320/5833770.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiwS3I_bQI/AAAAAAAAACE/B_FuMNDJNqs/s1600/rfyjiytkuygk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487829984036744450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiwS3I_bQI/AAAAAAAAACE/B_FuMNDJNqs/s320/rfyjiytkuygk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiwSrgN-vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WuT4_aYnlEE/s1600/imagem2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487829980912941810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiwSrgN-vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WuT4_aYnlEE/s320/imagem2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me deu uma saudade ainda maior do colegial/começo de faculdade... aiiin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e como Ana mesmo diz: então já faz uns 6 anos q a gente se conhece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... já faz uns seis anos que nos conhecemos... aiiin *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-8314976797748557197?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8314976797748557197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8314976797748557197' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8314976797748557197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8314976797748557197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/06/abrindo-o-bau.html' title='Abrindo o baú...'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TCiqTqFn3jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5wRgUk65gHs/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2010334241959512366</id><published>2010-06-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:32:54.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save his heart (or mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LEVHxakeVbs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LEVHxakeVbs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2010334241959512366?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2010334241959512366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2010334241959512366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2010334241959512366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2010334241959512366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/06/save-his-heart.html' title='Save his heart (or mine)'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-783076240435874950</id><published>2010-06-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:49:05.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devo desistir mesmo?   -   Should I really give up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBYtYOIlH9I/AAAAAAAAABM/XYoTh8tPtac/s1600/n569873904_8935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482619490504351698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBYtYOIlH9I/AAAAAAAAABM/XYoTh8tPtac/s320/n569873904_8935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pego pensando: eu deveria mesmo desistir? depois de tudo que aconteceu.. cheguei tão longe e agora nada? Não acho justo.. mas o mundo não é mesmo justo...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sou escravo do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo simplesmente deixar tudo pra trás e seguir em frente... algumas memórias me perseguem.. e até me assombram...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas me fazem pensar: Sou assim tão idiota que não consigo nem esquecer ou desacreditar? Ou melhor.. Sou tão idiota que não consigo acreditar que tudo acabou?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... Não sei o que é isso... se é amor ou saudade.. eu só lembranças boas que não queria deixar pra trás.. que não queria esquecer.. mas preciso...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso levantar e seguir em frente... não posso viver só de esperança... não posso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sei o que é se agarrar a alguém. Tenho me agarrado há sete anos a um simples pensamento. Uma esperança cega de que em algum lugar ela ainda esteja viva. Mas quanto mais eu me agarro, mas me distancio daqueles que estão ao meu redor. A única saída, deste lugar, é com ajuda deles."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i find myself thinking: Sould I really give up? after all that happened... I came soo far and now.. nothing? It is not fair... but the world is unfair...&lt;br /&gt;I think i am slave of my heart....&lt;br /&gt;I can not just let it all behind and go ahead.. some memories follow me... and haunt me...&lt;br /&gt;Some of them make me think: Am I so stupid that I can not forget or just dont believe anymore? Or better... Am I so stupid that i can not believe all things are over?&lt;br /&gt;That is it.. I dont know what is it.. if is love or 'saudade'... or just memories I don't want to let behind... I don't want to forget... but i need.&lt;br /&gt;I need stand up and go ahead... I can not lie just with hope... I can not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I know what is like to hold on to someone, I’ve be holding over the pass seven years just with at thought. A blind hope that in somewhere she is still alive. But the more I hold on, the more I go away those around me. The only way of this, this place.. is with them help"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-783076240435874950?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/783076240435874950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=783076240435874950' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/783076240435874950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/783076240435874950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/06/devo-desistir-mesmo-should-i-really.html' title='Devo desistir mesmo?   -   Should I really give up?'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBYtYOIlH9I/AAAAAAAAABM/XYoTh8tPtac/s72-c/n569873904_8935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2746830041794090634</id><published>2010-06-10T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T05:12:59.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Series e series..</title><content type='html'>Sim, sim.... tudo que tenho assistido são séries.. não muitas, mas posso citar pelo menos cinco e dizer como me sinto em relação a elas... ou que elas me fazem sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes... All that I Am watching these days are TV series.. not many, but i can say at least five and i can tell you how i feel.. ou what it male me feel...&lt;br /&gt;(Forgive my english mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGjxQYI9GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nFwxJ5stE2E/s1600/without20a20trace20tv20series20prem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481342288091739234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGjxQYI9GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nFwxJ5stE2E/s320/without20a20trace20tv20series20prem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Without a trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito o que dizer.. fazia tempo que não via, mas ontem e hoje quando dei por mim estava assistindo de novo..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei de uma investigação criminal... acho que é por não ser boa em nenhum tipo de investigação. Só sou boa com quebra-cabeças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é uma série que me traz grandes emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Não seria uma que gostaria de ter na prateleira...&lt;br /&gt;Só está aqui porque... aaa fez parte da adolescência... é legal lembrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say.. I didnt watch this one for a long time ago, but yesterday and today, when i saw i was watching again and again..&lt;br /&gt;I always liked criminal investigation, i think it is because i am not good in any kind of investigation. I am good just with puzzles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this serie don't bring me deep fellings..&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to have this on on my shelf...&lt;br /&gt;It is here, just because make me remeber me adolescence, it is cool to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGpiImIrgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x8cBzVcrVYM/s1600/tv_glee02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481348625374686722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGpiImIrgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x8cBzVcrVYM/s320/tv_glee02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Glee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;´&lt;br /&gt;Série musical... o clube glee e as lideres de torcida vivem em guerra, na verdade os professores dos clubes. Os alunos do glee clube lutam por sua popularidade na escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu como gosto de musica e sempre quis um 'glee clube' na minha escola sou muuuito suspeita em falar.. eu gosto demais da série, me sinto inspirada (tá podem me chamar de boba...), me dá vontade de sair por aí cantando e dançando ...&lt;br /&gt;De um modo geral é bem mamão com açucar, traminhas bem 'malhação' bem adolescente e sem noção. Mas eu gosto mesmo assim. As versões musicais muito boas, acho que é disso que eu gosto, das versões e mash-ups cantadas pelos atores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical serie.. the glee club and the cheerleaders are always fighting, infact their teachers are..&lt;br /&gt;The glee club students strive for popularity at school.&lt;br /&gt;I like music and I always want a 'glee club' in my school i can not say much about.. I like very much this serie, because it inspires me (ok, you can call me silly...) , but it makes me want to go singing and dancing..&lt;br /&gt;In general it is a very 'papaya with sugar' serie, stories like 'malhação' (a brazilian teeneger serie), It is very 'teenager' and nosense. The musical versions are very good, i think i like more because of this.. versions ans mash-ups singing by glee cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGttzNmfPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fYRmKJftlV8/s1600/big-bang-theory-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481353223839579378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGttzNmfPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fYRmKJftlV8/s320/big-bang-theory-cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom.. é uma série de comédia, beem &lt;em&gt;nerd&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Engraçada, mas as vezes me deixa pensando, é eu não consigo entender as piadas as vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se quando assisti estava deprimida demais pra entender, mas...&lt;br /&gt;Não é a minha preferida, mas gosto bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim.. assisti só os primeiros episódios isso também conta para a falta de opinião de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... comedy serie, soo &lt;em&gt;nerd..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but sometimes i can not undestand the jokes...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is because i was bored and depressed when i watched, buuut&lt;br /&gt;Not my favorite, but i like soo much..&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. yeap, I didn't watch much, just some episodeos, it let me without a real opinion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGvhrmKAbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cWkPSG6yKY/s1600/lost4ze8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481355214659912114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGvhrmKAbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2cWkPSG6yKY/s320/lost4ze8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso falar muito... todo mundo conhece..&lt;br /&gt;Alguns falam que não tem sentido, tá eu concordo, não tem muito sentido mesmo... Muitos falam que no fim não souberam como 'amarrar' a história... Não posso dizer nada sobre isso.. não assisti o final... mas estou assistindo a terceira temporada de novo.&lt;br /&gt;E não tenho muita explicação sobre o porquê eu gosto , eu simplesmente gosto e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de história fora da realidade.. por isso 'engoli' todos os livros do Harry Potter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to say much about.. everyone know this serie. Some people say that make no sense, ok i agree, it doesn't sense at all... Many people say that the end of this serie who write dont know how to 'tie' it, i can not say anything about it, i don't watch the end of this serie yet... I am watching the 3º season again.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have explanation about why i like, I jsut like... this is all...&lt;br /&gt;I like stories nonsense... because of this i 'eat' all Harry Potter books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGyV-mFn9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pYEs3DK9kMM/s1600/Gilmore-Girls-Photos-gilmore-girls-2988013-927-1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481358312136351698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGyV-mFn9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pYEs3DK9kMM/s320/Gilmore-Girls-Photos-gilmore-girls-2988013-927-1202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha serie preferida 'ever'&lt;br /&gt;Eu até tenho uma relção boa com a minha mãe, conversamos sobre tudo, mas nem de perto parece com relação Lorelay x Rory.&lt;br /&gt;Serie cheia de conflitos familiares, dois tipos diferentes de relação mãe x filha. Mais do que Lorelay, Rory é o centro dessa serie. a menina que cresce e vai pra faculdade, criada pela mãe solteira, Rory é uma menina muito doce e inteligente, mas que também comete erros, como todos os seres humanos. Não é uma série fora da realidade, conta o dia a dia das Gilmore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me deixa deprimida por 'n' motivos. Mas me deixa com muita vontade ser Rory, porque ela é muito inteligente.. e gosta de estudar e eu queria de verdade ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite serie ever... I have a good relationship with my mom, er talk about everything, but it is not like Lorelay x Rory...&lt;br /&gt;Full of family conflicts, two kinds of relationship between mother and daughter. More than Lorelay, Rory is the center of this serie. This girl grows up and go to the college, like all normal girls.. Lorelay is a single mother that can do everything for her daughter. Rory the most sweety and intelligent girl, but she also makes mistakes. It is not a nonsense or unrealistic serie. It tell us the Gilmore Girls daily life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me very upset for 'n' reasons, but also makes me want to be like Rory, because she is very intelligent and she loves to study, and i wanted be like her, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das séries que tenho assistido, nada muito interessante pra dizer, mas está aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of series that I am watching, nothing really interesting to say but, here is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2746830041794090634?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2746830041794090634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2746830041794090634' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2746830041794090634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2746830041794090634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/06/series-e-series.html' title='Series e series..'/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125664280924993861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfQFnYLyOdI/TBGjxQYI9GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nFwxJ5stE2E/s72-c/without20a20trace20tv20series20prem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-319292646851547048</id><published>2010-06-07T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:41:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/TAz8cLxT1oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-3TJWTGJou0/s1600/30851_391789074964_544739964_4033356_8291701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480032407729198722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/TAz8cLxT1oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-3TJWTGJou0/s320/30851_391789074964_544739964_4033356_8291701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tempos não escrevo.. não sei por falta de tempo... ou só falta de vontade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade estou precisando parar, pensar, e deixar o tempo passar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecer das coisas... deixar as pessoas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que eu não consigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que ainda tem o fio de esperança?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda penso que tudo que planejei por seis meses vai acontecer, por quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo que eu queria era você comigo, mesmo que longe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estavamos juntos.. havia uma conecção... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não sei porque ainda sinto isso! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não está bem. Minha culpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria muito te deixar em paz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não consigo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrego sozinha todo o peso do meu coração... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez você é quem esteja certo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Uma nova esperança nunca vem' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda acho que 'esperança é uma coisa muito perigosa de se perder'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a long time I dont write.. I don't know if i don't have time or I just don't want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infact i need to stop, think and just let the time passes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget things... leave people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I can not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why there is a hope inside me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think everything i planed for six months will happen yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that i wanted was you with me, didn't matter the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were together... there was a connection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I am still felling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not fine. My fault!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted leave you alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am carrying my heart just by myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you are right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'a new hope never comes' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still think: 'hope is a very dangerous thing to lose'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by Carol&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/5795253892598680352-319292646851547048?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/319292646851547048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=319292646851547048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/319292646851547048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/319292646851547048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope.html' title='Hope..'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/TAz8cLxT1oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-3TJWTGJou0/s72-c/30851_391789074964_544739964_4033356_8291701_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-6656905987383965665</id><published>2010-04-07T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:49:14.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo passa...    -    Time passes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S7ynyjCS42I/AAAAAAAAAJo/JV1x72_W1Kk/s1600/27474578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457421335306363746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S7ynyjCS42I/AAAAAAAAAJo/JV1x72_W1Kk/s320/27474578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;no vôo dos pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;no farfalhar das folhas,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;em meu relógio&lt;br /&gt;e tudo parece&lt;br /&gt;cada dia mais distante.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses dias sem notícias,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz, sua imagem...&lt;br /&gt;nossos sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;na espera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes&lt;br /&gt;the flight of birds&lt;br /&gt;the rustle of leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Time passes&lt;br /&gt;on my watch&lt;br /&gt;and everything seems&lt;br /&gt;ever more distant.&lt;br /&gt;These days without news,&lt;br /&gt;time passes.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your image...&lt;br /&gt;our dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Time passes&lt;br /&gt;waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You left me alone in dark,&lt;br /&gt;and made the pain just like a shark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is to late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;by Carol&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/5795253892598680352-6656905987383965665?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/6656905987383965665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=6656905987383965665' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/6656905987383965665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/6656905987383965665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-tempo-passa-time-passes.html' title='O tempo passa...    -    Time passes...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S7ynyjCS42I/AAAAAAAAAJo/JV1x72_W1Kk/s72-c/27474578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7371486442697070157</id><published>2010-04-04T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:36:42.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wrong person...      -       A pessoa errada...</title><content type='html'>In retrospect, Everything that we see and experience, hear and think, There isn't a right person for us. There's a person who, if we stop to think is, in fact, the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Because the right person does everything right, arrive on time, say right things, do everything right, but we dont need the right things always...&lt;br /&gt;That is the time to look for the wrong person...&lt;br /&gt;The wrong person makes you lose your head, do follies, oversleep, die for love. the wrong person will pass days and wont seek you, this is because when you meet the supply will be much more true.&lt;br /&gt;The wrong person, in fact, is what you call "right person". This person will make you cry, but after one hour this person will be wiping away your tears. This person will take your sleepy, but this person will give you in return an unforgettable night of love. This person might break you, and then fills you with pats asking you: "I am sorry"! Maybe this person wont be all the time in your side, but this person will be all his/her life waiting you. Will be all the time thinking on you.&lt;br /&gt;The wrong person has to appear for everyone, because life is not certain. nothing here is right.&lt;br /&gt;What is right is taht you must live every month, every second... loving, laughing, crying, emotional, thinking, acting, wanting, getting... and just so you can get to that moment of the day where people say: "Thank God, everything went good!". Whe in fact, all that God wants is that we find the wrong people. So the things start to go right for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, em tudo o que a gente vê, e vivencia, e ouve e pensa,&lt;br /&gt;não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma pessoa que, se você for parar pra pensar é,&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho&lt;br /&gt;Chega na hora certa,&lt;br /&gt;Fala as coisas certas,&lt;br /&gt;Faz as coisas certas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre a gente tá precisando das coisas certas&lt;br /&gt;Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Fazer loucuras&lt;br /&gt;Perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Que é prá na hora que vocês se encontrarem&lt;br /&gt;A entrega ser muito mais verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada, é na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai te dar em troca uma noite de amor inesquecível&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa talvez te magoe&lt;br /&gt;E depois te enche de mimos pedindo seu perdão&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai estar 100% da vida dela esperando você&lt;br /&gt;Vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa errada tem que aparecer pra todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida não é certa&lt;br /&gt;Nada aqui é certo&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo, conseguindo&lt;br /&gt;E só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que a gente diz: "Graças à Deus deu tudo certo"&lt;br /&gt;Quando na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que Ele quer&lt;br /&gt;É que a gente encontre a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;Para que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito prá gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original text by Luís Fernando Veríssimo and the terrible translation by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto original de Luis Fernando Veríssimo e uma péssima tradução minha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7371486442697070157?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7371486442697070157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7371486442697070157' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7371486442697070157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7371486442697070157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-voce.html' title='The wrong person...      -       A pessoa errada...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5283415283515456222</id><published>2010-04-01T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:02:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until you're mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EMYCdBbV7I&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EMYCdBbV7I&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Que Você Seja Meu &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Meu estado de espírito &lt;br /&gt;Finalmente obteve o melhor de mim &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você ao meu lado &lt;br /&gt;Eu tentarei achar &lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira de ficar com você &lt;br /&gt;Só quero ficar com você &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;O mundo que eu vejo está perfeito agora &lt;br /&gt;Você está aqui perto &lt;br /&gt;Com você eu consigo respirar &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Até que você seja meu &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que encontrar &lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira de preencher este vazio &lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso sobreviver &lt;br /&gt;Sem você aqui do meu lado &lt;br /&gt;Até que você seja meu &lt;br /&gt;Nada vai ser &lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo perto de se completar &lt;br /&gt;Não vou descansar até você ser meu &lt;br /&gt;Meu... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sozinha aqui dentro &lt;br /&gt;Eu só consigo ouvir sua voz &lt;br /&gt;Soando através do barulho &lt;br /&gt;Não consigo lutar contra a minha mente &lt;br /&gt;Continua voltando para você &lt;br /&gt;Sempre volta para você &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eu queria alguma coisa fora de alcance &lt;br /&gt;E isso está me matando &lt;br /&gt;E você é tudo que eu vejo &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Até que você seja meu &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que encontrar &lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira de preencher este vazio &lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso sobreviver &lt;br /&gt;Sem você aqui do meu lado &lt;br /&gt;Até que você seja meu &lt;br /&gt;Nada vai ser &lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo perto de se completar &lt;br /&gt;Não vou descansar até você ser meu &lt;br /&gt;Meu... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Apenas pare de se perguntar &lt;br /&gt;Se nós fomos feitos para ser &lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o destino e apenas me abrace &lt;br /&gt;Estou pronta para começar &lt;br /&gt;A espera tem que acabar &lt;br /&gt;Agora, hoje &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que dar um jeito, yeah &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Meu... &lt;br /&gt;Até você ser &lt;br /&gt;Meu... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Até que você seja meu &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que encontrar &lt;br /&gt;Uma maneira de preencher este vazio &lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso sobreviver &lt;br /&gt;Sem você aqui do meu lado &lt;br /&gt;Até que você seja meu &lt;br /&gt;Nada vai ser &lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo perto de se completar &lt;br /&gt;Não vou descansar até você ser meu &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Meu estado de espírito &lt;br /&gt;Finalmente obteve o melhor de mim &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você ao meu lado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5283415283515456222?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5283415283515456222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5283415283515456222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5283415283515456222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5283415283515456222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/04/until-you-be-mine.html' title='Until you&apos;re mine!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2974190317539722958</id><published>2010-03-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:31:12.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansa menos     -    Less tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S7AqP4MgJPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w7ZbrjEhD00/s1600/DSC03675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453905601016898802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S7AqP4MgJPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w7ZbrjEhD00/s320/DSC03675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Vamos lá!&lt;br /&gt;"Às vezes penso mesmo que dizer "deixa pra lá!" cansa menos, e você?"&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai.. eu tinha tanta coisa na cabeça pra escrever, mas sempre que abro essa tela escrito "Novo post" tudo some como mágica! Tentarei organizar as idéias de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse negócio de dizer deixa pra lá, é mesmo menos cansativo, mas não estou disposta a desistir! Essa não é uma opção pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;Quero continuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes i think that say: 'never mind' is less tiring, and you?"&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai... I had many things on my mind to write, but always when I open this screen writing "new post" , everything disappears like magic! I will try organize my ideas again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing to say "never mind", is really less tiring, but I am not prepared to give up!&lt;br /&gt;This is not a option for me!&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2974190317539722958?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2974190317539722958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2974190317539722958' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2974190317539722958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2974190317539722958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok.html' title='Cansa menos     -    Less tired'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S7AqP4MgJPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w7ZbrjEhD00/s72-c/DSC03675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-1401256255753535447</id><published>2010-03-23T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:30:02.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S6l5x1MaP9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rLpeWd-BiXk/s1600-h/92383782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022720908378066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S6l5x1MaP9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rLpeWd-BiXk/s320/92383782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What is the love?&lt;/strong&gt; If we search on web we will have see many things about love..&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection[1] and attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=47427&amp;amp;dict=CALD"&gt;Cambridge dictionary&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;/p&gt;love verb (LIKE SOMEONE)&lt;br /&gt;/lʌv/ v [T]&lt;br /&gt;to like another adult very much and be romantically and sexually attracted to them, or to have strong feelings of liking a friend or person in your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many songs and quotes about love... It is a really good songs and quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love sees with the heart and not with the eyes" - Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hottest love has the coldest end." - Sócrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear." - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soul mate is what we aspire to and like to understand about us, is what we deem to be perfection, purity and endless regarding our own being." - Sorin Cerin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 - Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need tell you the songs ans books and films... All full of love!&lt;br /&gt;But love is hard too. not just good things and good fellings... you know.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are falling in love everything is possible and we can do everything for other.. And change and accept... and all of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said just few things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you must think: What is the real love for you?&lt;br /&gt;What is the bad side of love?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I dont know really what is the love.... But I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-1401256255753535447?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/1401256255753535447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=1401256255753535447' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/1401256255753535447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/1401256255753535447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='Love!!!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S6l5x1MaP9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/rLpeWd-BiXk/s72-c/92383782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-8538385003977137140</id><published>2010-03-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T05:14:47.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard...</title><content type='html'>Love is really hard.... I knew it before, but maybe, I never lived a real love before, so it looks harder that time... I was always rude, and temperamental... I was happy suddenly i wasn't anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think when we really love someone we can do everything for this person! Yes, everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when we love... the love is a great felling! The love turn what is impossible in possible! The love is the most strong felling, when one person is moving for love, all is good for this person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some choices can be hard, really hard, we want to make the other person happy, so, we do everything for this, but our human natural can make mistakes, others or the same! When we do that.. same mistakes... we felling ourselves very frustate, because we failed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I fell! Fail! Sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-8538385003977137140?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8538385003977137140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8538385003977137140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8538385003977137140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8538385003977137140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard.html' title='Hard...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-8113420118718662917</id><published>2010-03-06T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:40:31.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason and Emotion      -      Razão e Emoção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S5MuuREM4wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xkq9Rkcja0c/s1600-h/Saudade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747746810946306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S5MuuREM4wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xkq9Rkcja0c/s320/Saudade4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap... Hard life... This is same history... Why when we want do right things we cant? This is a good question for me. Because all things that I wanna do right I do wrong! And when it happen... Is like the end of the world for me... I curse myself.. and I think bad things about me!!&lt;br /&gt;And I am use to think the worst things for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... after an "argue" with someone valuable and important for me I thought this:&lt;br /&gt;I always do wrong things and I am the bad one, and I think I wont change it.. I always will do wrong things.. And I never will make this person happy! I am so stuped... I am .... so after my "selfish time" when all these finished.... I said: "I will pass all my life waiting... and when I finally could have this I will die!"&lt;br /&gt;But i had one answer: "This is what your emotion is saying... but your reason, is thinking very different.. i am sure"&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought: "That is true... My reason is thinking... Tomorrow all things will be better... I will talk with he, and we will understand what must be understand! And in the end we will laugh at me because I can dirty me with a piece of chocolate... and because I can down sugar on my laptop... or because I can hurt myself on wardrobe.. or some thing like this.. And He will called me "clumsy" and after gave a smile I will hear.. "My clumsy angel". These is wat my reason say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand my emotion say: "Stop with this.. you are so stuped to do roght things... You never can do it! You are losing your valuable treasure.You are the worst girl. You will be alone your entire life". These is what my emotion say to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much difference between reason and emotion... You can see these differences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is: We want what we want... but we cant do anything to solve this problems sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the best to do is: Wait again.. wait one more time... sleep a little... after, when your mind is "free", think about it! The solution will come until you! There is nothing to do other than wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reap what we sow. If the seed was good, harvest will be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love it is the same! I am sure we had a good seed! We knew about our problems... I think we must do big persons, and "sit down" and talk about it... and find the best solution, like always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing for me is your silence... If you say I can know what is happing.. and that time I can change myself... If it dont happen.. i wont know if I am do right things or wrong things for your eyes... I wanna be "perfect" for you! I wanna be "the girl of your dreams". I need you all time in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please... think about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... vida dura... é a mesma história...&lt;br /&gt;Por que quando queremos fazer as coisas certas não conseguimos? Essa é uma boa pergunta para mim. Porque tudo que eu quero fazer certo, eu faço errado! E quando isso acontece...É como o fim do mundo para mim... Eu xingo-me, e penso coisas ruins a meu respeito!! Eu estou acostumada a pensar as piores coisas de mim também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... depois de uma "discução" com alguém que é muito importante e valioso para mim eu pensei isso: Eu sempre faço coisas erradas e eu sou muita ruim, Eu acho que não posso mudar isso.. Eu sempre farei as coisas erradas.. e eu nunca farei essa pessoa feliz! Eu sou tão idiota.. Eu sou...&lt;br /&gt;Depois do meu "ataque de egocentrismo", quando tudo acabou eu disse: "Eu vou esperar a vida inteira e quando eu finalmente conseguir vou morrer!"&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tive uma resposta: "Isso é o que a sua emoção está dizendo... Mas a sua razão, eu tenho certeza, pensa diferente!"&lt;br /&gt;Então eu pensei: É verdade! Minha razão pensa... amanhã tudo vai estar melhor... Eu vou falar com ele, nós nos entenderemos! E no fim estaremos rindo da minha cara, só porque eu consigo me sujar com um pedaço de chocolate... ou porque eu consigo derrubar açucar no computador.. ou qualquer coisa do tipo.. bater o pé no quarda-roupa. E ele vai me chamar de desastrada e depois de ganhar um sorriso ouvirei "Meu anjo desastrado". Isso é o que minha razão me diz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, minha emoção diz: "Pára com isso.. você é idiota demais para fazer coisa certas... você nunca vai fazer isso! Você está perdendo seu mais valioso tesouso. Você é a pior menina! Vai ficar sozinha o resto da vida! Isso é o que minha emoção me diz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há bastante diferença entre razão e emoção.. Você pode vê-las aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante é: No´s queremos o que queremos... Mas não podemos resolver tudo às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o melhor a fazer é esperar de novo... esperar mais uma vez... dormir um pouco... depois, quando nossa cabeça estiver fria, pensar sobre isso! A solução virá até você! Não há nada para fazer a não ser esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós colhemos o que plantamos; Se a semente foi boa a colheita será!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor é a mesma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho ceteza que tivemos uma boa semente! Nós sabíamos dos nossos problemas!&lt;br /&gt;Penso que devemos ser "pessoas grandes", sentar e conversarmos sobre isso.. e acharemos a melhor solução... como sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poir coisa para mim é o seu silencio... Se me disser eu posso saber o que está acontecendo.. e então poderei fazer alguma coisa... Caso contrário.. Eu não vou saber se estou fazendo as coisas certas ou erradas aos seus olhos... Eu quero ser "perfeita" para você! Eu quero ser "a menina dos seus sonhos". Eu preciso de você o tempo todo no minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor... pense sobre isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;By Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-8113420118718662917?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8113420118718662917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8113420118718662917' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8113420118718662917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8113420118718662917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/03/reason-and-emotion-razao-e-emocao.html' title='Reason and Emotion      -      Razão e Emoção!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S5MuuREM4wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Xkq9Rkcja0c/s72-c/Saudade4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7854208531612351791</id><published>2010-02-23T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:51:16.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year is coming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S4Qxj9fDJWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h6bTFcRVj1M/s1600-h/80487068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441528743640376674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S4Qxj9fDJWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h6bTFcRVj1M/s320/80487068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just my new year... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. It can be: new age too.. anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if it is good or bad.. in fact dont make difference... not now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never liked much my birthdays.. I liked the partys, not my birthday.. I think it is because... i born near carnaval, and everyone are always traveling... maybe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. birthdays is like a normal days for me.. there is just one difference.. That is: a cake! huuumm cakes!!! ((Yes i'm fat! what's the problem?))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before... when i was a child it was very fun, because my family was together and all of them come to my home and it was fun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now.. actually... Just one more day, i am one year older now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not important... i dont know if it can cause any effect on my life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. today I throw many many things! It was good! My mom said: It means that you are begin to organize your life! This is very good!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks Mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I have no reason for celebrate my birthday.. but I am alive, I must be thank for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks God for my life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted just one thing on my birthday! YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tha's all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é só o meu ano novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... pode ser: nova idade também.... tanto faz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sei se isso é bom ou ruim, na verdade não faz diferença... não agora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca gostei muito dos meus aniversários... gostava das festas, não do aniversário, do dia em si. Eu acho que é porque... Eu nasci perto do carnaval, então sempre todas as pessoas estavam viajando... é talvez por isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas.. aniversários são como dias normais pra mim.. só tem uma diferença. E ela é: o bolo! Aiii boloooos!!! ((Sim, eu sou gorda... e daí?))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes quando eu era criança, os aniversarios eram bem divertidos... todo a minha familia ia na minha casa... meus primos.. era bem divertido.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas agora, na verdade.. é só mais um dia... um ano mais velha.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sei se isso causa algum efeito na minha vida, mas... hoje eu joguei muitas muitas coisas fora... Isso foi bom! Minha mãe disse: "Isso significa que vc está começando a organizar sua vida, isso é bom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Obrigada mãe!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom.. talvez eu não tenha razão para comemorar meu aniversário, mas.. ainda estou viva.. e devo agradecer por isso! Então... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Obrigada Deus pela minha vida!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria só uma coisa no meu aniversário! Você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo Amo Amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7854208531612351791?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7854208531612351791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7854208531612351791' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7854208531612351791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7854208531612351791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-is-coming.html' title='New year is coming..'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S4Qxj9fDJWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h6bTFcRVj1M/s72-c/80487068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7577727608500415748</id><published>2010-02-11T02:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:47:14.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3PqCL9JbQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/63nPNIiGAnI/s1600-h/96272052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436946498456218882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3PqCL9JbQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/63nPNIiGAnI/s320/96272052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 or 7 days without you... You came! I could see you! I could talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;Finally my hapiness back...&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how much I missed you!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is gonna be allright for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;Because be near you is all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;Because see you live is all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;Because hug you is all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;Because walk with you is all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;Because just stay with you is all that I want...&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanna do somethings with you...&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanna do nothing with you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can say all that i want in 3 words:&lt;br /&gt;Seni çok Seviyorum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can resume all things in me!&lt;br /&gt;All that I fell is because Seni çok Seviyorum!&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the most strong felling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love can change and support everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sevgi sabırlıdır, sevgi şefkatlidir. Sevgi kıskanmaz, övünmez, böbürlenmez.&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi kaba davranmaz, kendi çıkarını aramaz, kolay kolay öfkelenmez, kötülüğün hesabını tutmaz.&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi haksızlığa sevinmez, gerçek olanla sevinir.&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi her şeye katlanır, her şeye inanır, her şeyi umut eder, her şeye dayanır.&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi asla son bulmaz." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3PyP91mGmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SU0cUvxb_kM/s1600-h/96272097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436955531277638242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3PyP91mGmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SU0cUvxb_kM/s320/96272097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Carol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-7577727608500415748?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7577727608500415748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7577727608500415748' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7577727608500415748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7577727608500415748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/hapiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3PqCL9JbQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/63nPNIiGAnI/s72-c/96272052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5075652312054872430</id><published>2010-02-10T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:41:36.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nhaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3KpdEXDtFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/osVu7CKDoKY/s1600-h/wanna+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436594017041364050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3KpdEXDtFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/osVu7CKDoKY/s400/wanna+you.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5075652312054872430?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5075652312054872430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5075652312054872430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5075652312054872430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5075652312054872430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/nhaaa.html' title='nhaaa'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3KpdEXDtFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/osVu7CKDoKY/s72-c/wanna+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-636974191075979998</id><published>2010-02-08T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:44:52.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3CFjLJHiAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qvdXH1tWJbI/s1600-h/seni+%C3%A7ok+%C3%B6zledim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435991589569136642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3CFjLJHiAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qvdXH1tWJbI/s400/seni+%C3%A7ok+%C3%B6zledim.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all..&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   ..and enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-636974191075979998?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/636974191075979998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=636974191075979998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/636974191075979998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/636974191075979998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S3CFjLJHiAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qvdXH1tWJbI/s72-c/seni+%C3%A7ok+%C3%B6zledim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-1717543068351671701</id><published>2010-02-06T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:44:16.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I can say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S23figV-lgI/AAAAAAAAAII/5nXhyX4qvQQ/s1600-h/74425311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S23figV-lgI/AAAAAAAAAII/5nXhyX4qvQQ/s320/74425311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435246109196719618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am here again... on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;but now, I am alone!&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you!&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the wind in my face, i can feel the water and the sand in my feet!&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sea, and I can stay here a lot of time...&lt;br /&gt;Now I can know how you was felling when you was on the beach until 5:00a.m!&lt;br /&gt;but i am far from beach too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind play with my hair... I can imagine when you will play with them...&lt;br /&gt;I like wind in my hair sooo much, but i will love your hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on the sand, but there isn't anyone with me, and I think on you!&lt;br /&gt;I want you with me all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not stop think on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only a word that describe what my heart is felling now... &lt;br /&gt;That word is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S23iT-DZBcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F7E6kPa7rCQ/s1600-h/13642_000081se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S23iT-DZBcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/F7E6kPa7rCQ/s320/13642_000081se.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435249158008669634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. written in the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-1717543068351671701?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/1717543068351671701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=1717543068351671701' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/1717543068351671701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/1717543068351671701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-can-say.html' title='What I can say....'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S23figV-lgI/AAAAAAAAAII/5nXhyX4qvQQ/s72-c/74425311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2781970377017438432</id><published>2010-02-05T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:32:05.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUg_EJg3SR4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUg_EJg3SR4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont put the letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is enought for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you sooooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2781970377017438432?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2781970377017438432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2781970377017438432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2781970377017438432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2781970377017438432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2212331737260683094</id><published>2010-02-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:40:23.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jO2JIz86I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KCjPtsaoja8/s1600-h/92537446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433820379983639458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jO2JIz86I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KCjPtsaoja8/s320/92537446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can not know how much I miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said me: Dont worry! - but it is impossible in my position. Try to understand.. you know me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm writing for you! Yes, here too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant thing anything other than you! I can not imagine how are you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can say: I miss you so much! Seni çok seviyorum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must know that: i wont give up too!!! I can not order to my heart "dont love him". It is done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is much later! If i wanted i couldnt give up you now, and i will never do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are in me now, i can not explain it good, but i believe that you can fell it too!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am yours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am getting crazy... I can see you all time! I dream with you all night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime when my phone rings in my home I think that I will asnwer it and I will listen your voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I am getting crazy really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how you are now! But i dont received your news, so I think this is not very good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jTHlOCYtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4iDiFKpIy5I/s1600-h/93107575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433825077626036946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jTHlOCYtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4iDiFKpIy5I/s320/93107575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope...&lt;br /&gt;I can not imagine why I think in you when I see this word! Or beach! I dont know why, but beach make me think on you!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say... I will never forget you! I wont give up you! And you make me cry, dont worry! I was happy... my tears was of hapiness this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebegim... Seni çok seviyorum!&lt;br /&gt;I cant say other thing other that it!&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting you! Dont mind how much time or what i will have to do for it, but I know...&lt;br /&gt;We will be near!!! we will be together!!! All our life!!! It is all that I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;Something in me say that: You are my promise!!! You are my hope!!! You are my life now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry!!! I can not change it! One day i said: I can change everything for you! I think i was wrong, I can not change my fellings anymore! I am sorry for spoil your life! But I am helpless too that time! Now I know exactly how you was felling... I am to helpless than you now! And I hate this position too!&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure about it: You are my boy! I am your baby! I am your honey! I am yours!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is all that I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jXOjQ6LeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F_ZgU9qEvIA/s1600-h/95851315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433829595406806498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jXOjQ6LeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F_ZgU9qEvIA/s320/95851315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebegim... I can leave all things for you! You know.. if I could I leave here now and go there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am waiting you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Carol Ayfus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2212331737260683094?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2212331737260683094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2212331737260683094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2212331737260683094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2212331737260683094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you!!!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/S2jO2JIz86I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KCjPtsaoja8/s72-c/92537446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-1270922707513154891</id><published>2010-02-01T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T03:31:23.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on my mind!!!</title><content type='html'>Always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you night after nine&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow, staying close to the light&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, you stand beside of me&lt;br /&gt;And I see a million burning stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always on mind&lt;br /&gt;Always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear you call my name on a mountain high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Always in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close with me&lt;br /&gt;Always, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, I see dreams coming true&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have found you&lt;br /&gt;And now I will never let you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always on mind&lt;br /&gt;Always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear you call my name on a mountain high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Always in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close with me&lt;br /&gt;Always, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dKQR2m-Xfs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dKQR2m-Xfs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you soo much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's is the true!!!&lt;div 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Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-1013770547464521060</id><published>2010-01-29T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:54:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I hate it!!!</title><content type='html'>I was write a biiiiiiiiiig text.. and it was very truth... but i lose it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can do it again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video can resume what i was saying... but aaaaaaaaaaaaaa i hate it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oHObnP1sGE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oHObnP1sGE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you!!! i really really love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am mad for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want you near me more than i can explain!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want you!!! just you,nothing more!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-1013770547464521060?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-7164458040734178146</id><published>2010-01-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:47:54.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas penso... sem motivo, sem razão, sem querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu não sei explicar exatamente o que acontece, mas parece que existem dias que acordo e percebo que mal dormi! Dias que embora ao olhar pela janela está cheio de sol, e um céu azul de fazer inveja, tudo aos meus olhos é visto em tons de cinzas... Nesses dias eu só quero ficar deitada em um quarto escuro, comtemplando o teto...&lt;br /&gt;pensando...&lt;br /&gt;...em nada...&lt;br /&gt;...em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;... em mim...&lt;br /&gt;... em nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade são dias tristes, ouso dizer que são dias perdidos, sim perdidos! Ora, se não se faz nada com o seu dia, ele se foi... logo é um dia perdido! Não temos todo o tempo do mundo para nos dar ao luxo de perdemos um só dia... Porém algumas coisas acontecem sem que a nossa vontade consinta, como hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Esses pensamentos tomam minhas cabeça sem pedir permição, sem saber se quero mesmo pensá-los! Isso não me parece justo! É meu caro... mas nem tudo é justo!&lt;br /&gt;Penso agora... Por que faço tanta coisa errada? Quero fazer o melhor e sempre tropeço em algum lugar. É aquela mesma história: se eu faça tudo certo... todas as coisas dão errado. Posso tentar fazer errado, será que o resto sairá direito? Mas não consigo, logo outro pensamento aparece ridicularizando o que veio antes! Pensar é o bem e o mal da humanidade na minha humilde opinião, se é que ela pode valer alguma coisa! Por favor não me perguntem, eu não saberei explicar minha ultima frase, e isso é um pouco vergonhoso. Eu tenho minhas razôes! Não quero pensar mais hoje! De fato meu cérebro (sim! eu tenho um! Obrigada Senhor por dá-lo a mim.) não parou um instante desde ontem a noite, quando fui alfinetada a respeito de uma coisa que deveria estar fazendo, mas não estou! Não me entenda mal querido! Não estou reclamando de seu comentário, só estou um pouco frustrada comigo mesma. Frustração que martela na massa cinzenta me forçando a reviver cenas indesejadas, me fazendo pensar em tudo o que eu não quero. Eu sei que o "para sempre" pode acabar, e que palavras como "nunca" e "jamais" não poderiam ser usadas, mas minha vontade agora é dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu jamais quero desapontar você, eu nunca gostaria de frustar as suas expectativas!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode resumir meus pensamentos e suas razôes. Na verdade penso em outras coisas, mas não acho que seja muito justo expô-los aqui! São assuntos particularmente privados. Pensamentos íntimos... e talvez você diga "Não fale isso mais!" e me dê uma baita bronca por pensá-los... e chega até a ser engraçado pensando neste ângulo, imaginando essa cena. Adianto-me: engraçado enquanto está apenas em meu pensamento, enquanto ele não se faz real! Mas devo dizer-te: Eles são maiores que eu nesse momento... não penso porque quero, penso porque sou compelida a isso, e de novo não saberia explicar-lhe a razão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas ultimas palavras aqui por agora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Só posso dizer! Eu vou tentar! Eu prometo! Eu vou aprender!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;by Carol Ayfus&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/5795253892598680352-7164458040734178146?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/7164458040734178146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=7164458040734178146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7164458040734178146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/7164458040734178146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2010/01/apenas-penso-sem-motivo-sem-raao-sem.html' title='Apenas penso... sem motivo, sem razão, sem querer...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3162060565681913507</id><published>2009-12-28T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:24:37.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Szm70hiVvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OwnRyy0bO50/s1600-h/92289950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Szm70hiVvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OwnRyy0bO50/s320/92289950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420570137547095474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" id="main_cnt"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that my love for you is real&lt;br /&gt; It's something true that we do&lt;br /&gt; Just something natural that I feel&lt;br /&gt; When you walk in the room, when you're near&lt;br /&gt; I feel my heart skip a beat, the whole world dissapears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there's just you and me&lt;br /&gt; Falling head over feet,&lt;br /&gt; Let's take a chance together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know, I know, I know we're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause no one else can make me feel the way that you do&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;br /&gt; I know, I know, I know, I know we're gonna get there&lt;br /&gt; Today, tomorrow and forever we will stay true&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They say that we're just too young to know&lt;br /&gt; But I'm sure heart and soul that I'm never lettin' you go&lt;br /&gt; When it's right, it's right and this is it&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I'm walking on air every single time that we kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make the angel sing&lt;br /&gt; You give that song bird rings&lt;br /&gt; You make everything better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know, I know, I know we're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause no one else can make me feel the way that you do&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;br /&gt; I know, I know, I know, I know we're gonna get there&lt;br /&gt; Today, tomorrow and forever we will stay true&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt; I'll always hear you out&lt;br /&gt; And there's nothing you can make come aside&lt;br /&gt; You listen when I speak&lt;br /&gt; You make my knees go weak&lt;br /&gt; And I just want you by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know, I know, I know we're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause no one else can make me feel the way that you do&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;br /&gt; I know, I know, I know, I know we're gonna get there&lt;br /&gt; Today, tomorrow and forever we will stay true&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh we're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;br /&gt; I promise you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was my time!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprise!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENI ÇOK SEVIYORUM!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5795253892598680352-3162060565681913507?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/3162060565681913507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=3162060565681913507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3162060565681913507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3162060565681913507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-promise-you.html' title='I promise you!!!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Szm70hiVvbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OwnRyy0bO50/s72-c/92289950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5889997119124627025</id><published>2009-12-26T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:29:52.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna-umbrella:=)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rakVRJ4nC0M/SzZkCGhmkUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ar4KLoeic48/s1600-h/umbrella+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rakVRJ4nC0M/SzZkCGhmkUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ar4KLoeic48/s320/umbrella+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419629188861038914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You had my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause in the Dark, You can't see shiny Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you i'll always share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;Çünkü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;When the sun Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you i'll be here Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath i'm a stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things, will never come in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part of my entity, Here for Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is Hard, Together we'll mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Okay don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come into Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's no distance in between our love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Go on and let the Rain pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's Raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby come into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always come into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5889997119124627025?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5889997119124627025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5889997119124627025' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5889997119124627025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5889997119124627025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-had-my-heart-and-well-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>deniz kayahan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rakVRJ4nC0M/SzZkCGhmkUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ar4KLoeic48/s72-c/umbrella+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-248918487431001452</id><published>2009-12-19T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:55:28.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celine dion-ı love you....'/><title type='text'>-I LOVE YOU-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h562qDsXwXg/SyzMoNa1FUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TjVRs54hf4Y/s1600-h/n1402011359_30267093_4032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h562qDsXwXg/SyzMoNa1FUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TjVRs54hf4Y/s320/n1402011359_30267093_4032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416929442988889410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Courier, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I must be crazy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Maybe I dream too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; But when I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I long to feel your touch  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;To whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Words that are old as time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Words only you would hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; If only you were mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Should've made my move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; when you looked in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; 'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;  I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, please say You love me too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; these three words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;They could change our lives forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Till the end of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; So today, I finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; the courage deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Just to walk right up to your door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;But my body can't move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; when I finally get to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Just like a thousand times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;  Then without a word he handed me this letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Read I hope this finds the way into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, it said  I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; please say You love me too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; these three words They could change our lives forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Till the end of time  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well maybe I, I need a little love yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And maybe I, I need a little care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And maybe I, maybe you, maybe you, maybe you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh you need somebody just to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; If you do, just reach out and I'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; please say You love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Please say you love me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Till the end of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;These three words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;  Oh, I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Please say you love me too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Please please Say you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; My baby Together, together, forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Till the end of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; I will be your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Shining through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; width: 640px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5795253892598680352-248918487431001452?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/248918487431001452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=248918487431001452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/248918487431001452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/248918487431001452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html' title='-I LOVE YOU-'/><author><name>ümit kaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h562qDsXwXg/Syy9g3iuQtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/34TLAsOsra4/S220/Snapshot_20091214_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h562qDsXwXg/SyzMoNa1FUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TjVRs54hf4Y/s72-c/n1402011359_30267093_4032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-8793435008153932368</id><published>2009-12-04T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:13:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios.... A dança da alma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZhpMqpfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vd35qnXil5g/s1600-h/73170651.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZhpMqpfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vd35qnXil5g/s320/73170651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454861791897074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ontem quando voltava para casa estive pensando em muitas coisas. Dentro do meu carro ouvindo musicas inspiradoras conseguir ver cenas exatas e falas concretas, juntamente com um cenárrio ricamente branco de inverno. Eu estava ali, com um vestido esvoaçante... Eu dançava e minha dança refletia meu ser, exatamente como sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZZk3b4DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eR3J5GPGZxw/s1600-h/91570147.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZZk3b4DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eR3J5GPGZxw/s200/91570147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454723190153266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosto de viver fantasias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passar por outros mundos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixar que a imaginação me leve deliberadamente a qualquer lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A música que tocava alta parou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por um instante exitei em continuar os movimentos que minha alma revelava....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensei: Agora preciso verbalizar o que sinto. Diante do público não sabia o que dizer, nem como dizer. "NÃO CONSIGO" a única coisa que saiu de dentro de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZL25vJlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_8RJOG3f0tU/s1600-h/10124042.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZL25vJlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_8RJOG3f0tU/s200/10124042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454487513474642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus pensamentos flutuavam como antes eu fizera com a minha dança! Por que? Por que não conseguia abrir o coração e verbalizar o sentimento? Não entendia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi nesse instante que constatei o que uma vez lera em um livro; "A linguagem é uma fonte de mal-entendidos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Novamente movia meu corpo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora eu seguia a música do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada passo era como uma palavra que saia de mim... do amago do meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descobri então que não mais precisava dessas verbalizações complicadas, somente movia-me ao ritmo da minha alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlY2Gjsm9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/FMxOXw7M0LM/s1600-h/89845625.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlY2Gjsm9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/FMxOXw7M0LM/s200/89845625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454113758878674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ompreendi que outras pessoas não interpretariam meus movimentos da mesma forma! Pois cada um tem a sua própria musica interior, com compassos e tons diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha eu acreditava mostrar através da minha dança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me sentia quase nua, indefesa no momento que dançava, pois todo o meu ser estava sendo revelado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poderia ser atacada! Eu sabia que sofreria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seria atingida nos meus pontos mais fracos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nas incertezas sobre a vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;meus ideais idealizados demais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;minhas dúvidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;minhas feridas e dores do passado que não cicatrizaram ainda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porém não exitante continuei dançando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A luz dos refletores.. No lindo cenário branco e pacificador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois descobri a essência do meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descobri a dança da alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Post by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-8793435008153932368?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8793435008153932368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8793435008153932368' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8793435008153932368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8793435008153932368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/12/devaneios-danca-da-alma.html' title='Devaneios.... A dança da alma!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SxlZhpMqpfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vd35qnXil5g/s72-c/73170651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-171138980166904471</id><published>2009-11-22T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:29:41.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so in love with you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Swn_ptQpWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_ArxLNcPaCk/s1600/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Swn_ptQpWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_ArxLNcPaCk/s320/avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407133919624124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt; I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt; Whether it is right or it's wrong&lt;br /&gt; I'm too weak to be strong&lt;br /&gt; I'm so in love with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well you say you need something&lt;br /&gt; To help you when you're down,&lt;br /&gt; to take your fears away&lt;br /&gt; Yeh you say you'd do anything&lt;br /&gt; To keep your feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt; And help you on your way&lt;br /&gt; You're all I need&lt;br /&gt; Yeh you are all that I need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt; I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt; Whether it is right or it's wrong&lt;br /&gt; I'm too weak to be strong&lt;br /&gt; I'm so in love with you&lt;/p&gt;When you see your reflection&lt;br /&gt; You say it isn't you&lt;br /&gt; Then you turn the other way&lt;br /&gt; And I'm watching you suffer&lt;br /&gt; Yourself and your pain&lt;br /&gt; Please don't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCDAu7gTsjM"&gt;watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-171138980166904471?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/171138980166904471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=171138980166904471' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/171138980166904471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/171138980166904471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-in-love-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m so in love with you!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Swn_ptQpWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_ArxLNcPaCk/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2972614058826689141</id><published>2009-11-17T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:02:28.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou de volta! - I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SwNPlJ5Y71I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ceFG7qtPRSM/s1600/assinatura_a01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SwNPlJ5Y71I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ceFG7qtPRSM/s320/assinatura_a01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405251477505109842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Por tantos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;passei sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;onde estava, o que queria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Perguntava: "Por que ó Deus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Os dias cada vez mais longos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sugavam minhas forças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;minha agonia aumentava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Perdi a esperança, sai do caminho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Os problemas vieram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mais uma vez não soube o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pensava: "O que falta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Demorei a descobrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Longe já estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;quando vi que os pássaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;comeram as migalhas que deixei para marcar o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não mais sabia voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Muitas coisas passavam pela minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Onde foi que eu errei?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sabia, Eu perdera alguma coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tantos dias em vão procurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;por algo que não via;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;por algo que não sabia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enfim encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Os pássaros, que comeram meu pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;guiaram-me de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enfim encontrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sem saber o que procurava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Surpreendi-me quando vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A mim mesma, ali... perdida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enfim encontrei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Estou de volta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;De volta ao Primeiro Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Isso procurei tanto tempo sem saber;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Encontrei-me em Teu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-s2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Por tantos dias" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;For so many days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="passei sem saber" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="onde estava, o que queria;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;where I was, what I wanted;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Perguntava: &amp;quot;Por que ó Deus?&amp;quot;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I asked: "Why God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Os dias cada vez mais longos" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;The days growing longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="sugavam minhas forças," onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;sucking my strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="minha agonia aumentava" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;my agony increased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Perdi a esperança, sai do caminho!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I lost hope, I went out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Os problemas vieram" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;The problems came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Mais uma vez não soube o que fazer" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Again I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Pensava: &amp;quot;O que falta?&amp;quot;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I thought: "What is missing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Demorei a descobrir..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;It took me to discover ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Longe já estava" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Gone was already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="quando vi que os pássaram" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;when I saw that the birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="comeram as migalhas que deixei para marcar o caminho" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;ate the crumbs I left to mark the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Não mais sabia voltar!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I didn't know to back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Muitas coisas passavam pela minha cabeça" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Many things went through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="&amp;quot;Onde foi que eu errei?&amp;quot;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;"Where did I am wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Sabia, Eu perdera alguma coisa," onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I knew I had lost something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Mas o que?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;But what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Tantos dias em vão procurei" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;So many days in vain find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="por algo que não via;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;for what I didn't see;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="por algo que não sabia;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;for something that I did not know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Enfim encontrei" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Finally I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Os pássaros, que comeram meu pão" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;The birds, who ate my bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="guiaram-me de volta!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;guided me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Enfim encontrei" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Finally I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="sem saber o que procurava!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;without knowing what I am looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Surpreendi-me quando vi" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I was surprised when I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="A mim mesma, ali..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;The myself there ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="perdida..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;lost ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Enfim encontrei!!!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Finally I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Estou de volta!!!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Now I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="De volta ao Primeiro Amor!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Back to First Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Isso procurei tanto tempo sem saber;" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;It looked so long without knowing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Encontrei-me em Teu amor!" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;I found myself in Your Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-s2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Obrigada Deus pelo Google!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for Google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2972614058826689141?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2972614058826689141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2972614058826689141' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2972614058826689141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2972614058826689141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-de-volta-i-am-back.html' title='Estou de volta! - I am back!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SwNPlJ5Y71I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ceFG7qtPRSM/s72-c/assinatura_a01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-4720951230904389921</id><published>2009-11-09T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:32:28.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Svh8Cqlh7BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0-OZmabuImQ/s1600-h/sb10063885k-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Svh8Cqlh7BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0-OZmabuImQ/s320/sb10063885k-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402204138264194066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saiba,&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo foi neném&lt;br /&gt; Einstein, Freud e Platão também&lt;br /&gt; Hitler, Bush e Sadam Hussein&lt;br /&gt; Quem tem grana e quem não tem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saiba:&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo teve infância&lt;br /&gt; Maomé já foi criança&lt;br /&gt; Arquimedes, Buda, Galileu&lt;br /&gt; e também você e eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saiba,&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo teve medo&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo que seja segredo&lt;br /&gt; Nietzsche e Simone de Beauvoir&lt;br /&gt; Fernandinho Beira-Mar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saiba,&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo vai morrer&lt;br /&gt; Presidente, general ou rei&lt;br /&gt; Anglo-saxão ou muçulmano&lt;br /&gt; Todo e qualquer ser humano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saiba,&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo teve pai&lt;br /&gt; Quem já foi e quem ainda vai&lt;br /&gt; Lao Tsé, Moisés, Ramsés, Pelé&lt;br /&gt; Ghandi, Mike Tyson, Salomé&lt;/p&gt;Saiba,&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo teve mãe&lt;br /&gt; Índios, africanos e alemães&lt;br /&gt; Nero, Che Guevara, Pinochet&lt;br /&gt; e também eu e você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saiba - Arnaldo Antunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: o maximo que consigo fazer agora! Só pra avisar que to viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-4720951230904389921?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/4720951230904389921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=4720951230904389921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4720951230904389921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4720951230904389921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/11/saiba.html' title='Saiba...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Svh8Cqlh7BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0-OZmabuImQ/s72-c/sb10063885k-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2599091754978831593</id><published>2009-10-26T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:28:45.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SuZarV5SeHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dZ9gD99cVAU/s1600-h/selena-gomez-gets-glamourous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397100904108423282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SuZarV5SeHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dZ9gD99cVAU/s320/selena-gomez-gets-glamourous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m crazy? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was born crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was been crazy with the time.&lt;br /&gt;I had many experiences…&lt;br /&gt;I cried soo much but, I laught very much.&lt;br /&gt;I passed for many difficult things&lt;br /&gt;Who was never pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that fact turn me crazy…&lt;br /&gt;But I can decide what I want&lt;br /&gt;And now…&lt;br /&gt;I want to wait…&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;You say: You’re crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m crazy!&lt;br /&gt;But I said yet….&lt;br /&gt;I know I want, and now… I want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have conscience that it can’t happen&lt;br /&gt;But I know the risk&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how you want.&lt;br /&gt;I know that!&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can suffer, but&lt;br /&gt;I’m suffer more if I don’t try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preffer to regret what I do!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’m ready to this&lt;br /&gt;But now…&lt;br /&gt;It’s that I want!&lt;br /&gt;I wait!&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see what happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope!&lt;br /&gt;I have patience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2599091754978831593?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2599091754978831593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2599091754978831593' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2599091754978831593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2599091754978831593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy!!!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SuZarV5SeHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dZ9gD99cVAU/s72-c/selena-gomez-gets-glamourous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3316959115359860036</id><published>2009-10-19T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:41:40.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?  And now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/StxrE8ZFGQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/P1woTyUuGUo/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/StxrE8ZFGQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/P1woTyUuGUo/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394304186357979394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I can say something about all..&lt;br /&gt;but don't need, because&lt;br /&gt;which one to have different opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about love...&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;when is love hapeen?&lt;br /&gt;how can I know when I'm loving?&lt;br /&gt;What is right?&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confusing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do a choice!&lt;br /&gt;But this choice can change all my  life!&lt;br /&gt;I can to suffer so much,&lt;br /&gt;but I can to be very happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my choice!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if is right choice!&lt;br /&gt;but I do it.&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong, I come to face to face with this.&lt;br /&gt;That is because I had a choice!&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have this I never sure if was it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life is need to try somethings,&lt;br /&gt;You can wrong, but you can right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my choice! I conscient to consequences. But I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preffer to regret what I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are thinking to could be and not was. Is more worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am waiting....&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for live to life&lt;br /&gt;Waiting  for my dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the completely happeness&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you, maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-3316959115359860036?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/3316959115359860036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=3316959115359860036' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3316959115359860036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3316959115359860036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-can-i-say-and-now.html' title='What can I say?  And now?'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/StxrE8ZFGQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/P1woTyUuGUo/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-8207826218504754696</id><published>2009-10-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:51:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Ss1gElBCpdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eYoREuAiy30/s1600-h/88184261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Ss1gElBCpdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eYoREuAiy30/s200/88184261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390069960804574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É eu sei o quanto dói a saudade! Uma vez uma amiga disse :"a saudade é a maior prova de que o passado valeu a pena."&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não penso completamente assim... se assim fosse não teria saudade de coisas e pessoas que convivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando ela é pior! Se quando o que nos falta esta longe ou perto.&lt;br /&gt;Creio que perto é mais dolorido, por que você pode ver sempre, mas não pode conversar, nem ser como antes. Isso é o mais difícil... saber que está ali, mas poder tocar, pegar, falar...&lt;br /&gt;Quem está longe pensamos... "Ah! é porque está longe... mas logo volta e aí eu mato toda a saudade!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei mais, sei que dói!&lt;br /&gt;Estar perto e ao mesmo tempo tão longe, isso me encomoda! Me machuca! porém existem coisas que devem acontecer, só porque tem que acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-8207826218504754696?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8207826218504754696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8207826218504754696' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8207826218504754696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8207826218504754696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Ss1gElBCpdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eYoREuAiy30/s72-c/88184261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5661421242948220512</id><published>2009-10-03T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:59:39.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look at You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody need inspiration,&lt;br /&gt; Everybody needs a soul&lt;br /&gt; The buetiful melody&lt;br /&gt; When the nights alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause there is no garuntee&lt;br /&gt; That this life is easy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea when I water sprouting apart&lt;br /&gt; When theres no light to break up&lt;br /&gt; The Darkness, thats&lt;br /&gt; When I.. I I Look at you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the waves&lt;br /&gt; are flooding the shore and i can't&lt;br /&gt; find my way home anymore&lt;br /&gt; thats when I... I I look at you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I look At You I see forgiveness&lt;br /&gt; I see the trutth You love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt; Like the stars Hold the moon&lt;br /&gt; Right there where they belong&lt;br /&gt; And I Know I'm Not Alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea when I water sprouting apart&lt;br /&gt; When theres no light to break up&lt;br /&gt; The Darkness, thats&lt;br /&gt; When I.. I I Look at you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the waves&lt;br /&gt; are flooding the shore and I can't&lt;br /&gt; find my way home anymore&lt;br /&gt; thats when I... I I look at you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You appear just like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt; Just like Kolidoscope colors that&lt;br /&gt; Cover Me, All I need every&lt;br /&gt; breath that I breath don't you know&lt;br /&gt; Your beautifull ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea Yea Yea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the waves&lt;br /&gt; are flooding the shore and I can't&lt;br /&gt; find my way home anymore&lt;br /&gt; thats when I... I.... I look at you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea Yea Oh OH OH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you appear Just like a dream&lt;br /&gt; to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e404e0506d3f8d2f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De404e0506d3f8d2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81C14469DF0D99C57D0CD25DC707FFEA48F7B119.F829F5040F5E7FAE40AB0ADCEDB1DA63FD854A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De404e0506d3f8d2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D83xDmoHf4FmK3Hn5p7UqPXmhiXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De404e0506d3f8d2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81C14469DF0D99C57D0CD25DC707FFEA48F7B119.F829F5040F5E7FAE40AB0ADCEDB1DA63FD854A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De404e0506d3f8d2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D83xDmoHf4FmK3Hn5p7UqPXmhiXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5661421242948220512?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5661421242948220512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5661421242948220512' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5661421242948220512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5661421242948220512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I look at You!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-6558040132387483124</id><published>2009-09-26T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:12:12.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor da caminhada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6SwZdDmAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xdwnGpGJAzI/s1600-h/83189296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6SwZdDmAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xdwnGpGJAzI/s320/83189296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385903564545824770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mesmo com o alcool passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;mexer na ferida ainda dói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Afinal não fora ela ainda cicatrizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Por isso digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Desviar um grau apenas do caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;do que é correto, faz toda a diferença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Preciso saber escolher, compreender;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6S89c2xMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4ErTgEPh9To/s1600-h/87128915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6S89c2xMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4ErTgEPh9To/s200/87128915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385903780367090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Estou no deserto, onde serei tratada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cheguei aqui sem ao menos perceber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;como uma criança que desce o escorregador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;rápido, e em linha reta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A volta sempre mais complicada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As dunas de areia engolem meus pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A subida é íngreme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O cansaço começa dar seus primeiros sinais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O sol arde em meus olhos, seus calor queima o meu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No entanto, é preciso continuar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6TL5ZP1uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7RCCO0GIEkk/s1600-h/87128840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6TL5ZP1uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7RCCO0GIEkk/s200/87128840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385904036976252642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Quando cai a noite tudo se inverte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Meus pés antes engolidos agora congelam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Minhas forças estão no fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Falta muito? Me pergunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O vento gelado e a areia cortam meu rosto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;São marcas que ficarão para sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mesmo que somente em meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6T6DKPMZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Tcu0nPVZVUE/s1600-h/89874493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6T6DKPMZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Tcu0nPVZVUE/s200/89874493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385904829871632786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é fundamental que a caminhada continue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A caminhada da vida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A caminhada de volta ao caminho que se perdeu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A caminhada ao caminho certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-6558040132387483124?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/6558040132387483124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=6558040132387483124' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/6558040132387483124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/6558040132387483124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/dor-da-caminhada.html' title='A dor da caminhada!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sr6SwZdDmAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xdwnGpGJAzI/s72-c/83189296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3972344979853564801</id><published>2009-09-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:14:57.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas e quando as coisas vão bem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Srru9ho3UVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FHkry0dYDWQ/s1600-h/86513945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Srru9ho3UVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FHkry0dYDWQ/s320/86513945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384879045244047698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando as coisas vão bem, elas vão bem oras. Sempre teremos os problemas do cotidiano, um desentendimento aqui outro ali, uma bronca aqui outra ali, uma dia corrido que te deixa muito cansada! um peso na consciencia por acordar mais tarde. Mas no fim tudo fica bem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tudo o que um dia foi, será outra vez, e o que é agora, voltará a ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus sonhos estão se concretizando, com lutas claro, senão, não teria graça nenhuma. Não seria muito valorizado. Mas tudo o que sonhamos de verdade é possivel que aconteça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar da correria do dia-a-dia, sempre encontramos meios de ficarmos felizes é só querer ver o lado bom das coisas. Pollyana já dizia: É preciso saber jogar, o jogo do contente se torna um hábito com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes aumentamos os problemas em grande proporção. Esquecemos que se mudarmos o lado de olhar, se mudarmos o foco, tudo será novo. É preciso ter força e a alegria no coração. Sim podemos chorar, gritar, sofrer, mas com a consciencia de que " a alegria vem pela manhã". e De que Deus é muito maior que todos os nossos problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter momentos tristes e ruins na vida, só pra gente dar  mais valor ainda aos bons tempos! Esse é um tempo de alegria! Estou feliz e animada! Com grandes expectativas para o futuro não tão distante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pensar em amores, nem em passado, nem o que pode ser! Quero pensar em mim! Vou ser um pouquinho egoísta aqui. Vou pensar em mim! O que é melhor pra mim? Quais os meus planos? O que me deixa feliz? Não é cansei de ser boazinha, pensar nos outros nem nada disso. É que chegou o tempo de cuidar de mim! Da minha saúde: física, emocional, espiritual...&lt;br /&gt;Da minha vida profissional. Eu sei que o meu futuro pertence a Deus, mas se ele me deu um dom por que não usa-lo? Já quis que tudo fosse mais simples.... Se tivessem sido eu não valorizaria todas elas agora do mesmo jeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que uma amizade pode acabar por bobeira.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que outra pode nascer sem se imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que alguns amigos embora longe nunca se vão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que aqueles que estão perto, estão perto de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sido cuidada! Tenho sido acompanhada, confortada, ensinada..&lt;br /&gt;E Com certeza tenho aprendido muito, por isso estou feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso fazer tempestade em copo d'água. As coisas acontecem, certas ou erradas temos que enfrentar as consequências com a cabeça erguida. Demorei pra digerir isso, mas enfim consegui!&lt;br /&gt;Em Cristo sou mais que vencedora! e Os desertos da vida, são apenas pra nos lembrar que não vivemos sem o Pai. São apenas para nos ensinar aquilo que teimamos em não aprender, a ouvir aquilo que não queremos ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz! Sou feliz por pertencer a Deus! Sou feliz por ter uma família que me ama apesar de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por que depois da tempestade sempre vem a calmaria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-3972344979853564801?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/3972344979853564801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=3972344979853564801' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3972344979853564801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3972344979853564801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/mas-e-quando-as-coisas-vao-bem.html' title='Mas e quando as coisas vão bem....'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Srru9ho3UVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FHkry0dYDWQ/s72-c/86513945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2639043759924700514</id><published>2009-09-21T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:31:02.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SrhS8VXgDEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1fkChLYbWf4/s1600-h/PENSAMENTO+INDUSTRIAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384144551002770498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SrhS8VXgDEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1fkChLYbWf4/s200/PENSAMENTO+INDUSTRIAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tenho tanto pra escrever que nem sei onde começar. Meu periodo desgrameira está ocilando no momento... porém, minha cabeça tá a mil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que eu queira largar mão e não pensar em nada... não consigo, sei láh se isso é do meu ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que essas coisas complicam mais ainda a vida da gente! Essas coisas de coração, de amor, de toque.. eu sei lá... devo ter algum problema!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou abandonar tudo! Tentar não pensar em nada. Focar minha mente em outras coisas, outros planos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso voltar a ativa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou planejando meu futuro! Pensando em negocios e sociedade, espero que dê certo! A idéia é muito boa, basta saber se funciona mesmo! Em Nome de Jesus vai sim! Não há nada como ser chefe de si mesma. No sentido de não ter patrão! Você faz os seus horários! Você faz como acha melhor, você faz como acredita que dê resultado! Estou animada! veremos! veremos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Foi a coisa mais idiota que escrevi aqui em todo esse tempo. Parece conversa de banheiro sei lah. eu estava inspirada a atarde. e agora a confusão tomou conta do meu ser né!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o Zé Perera aih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe estar. tudo se resolve!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2639043759924700514?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2639043759924700514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2639043759924700514' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2639043759924700514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2639043759924700514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/confusao.html' title='confusão!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SrhS8VXgDEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1fkChLYbWf4/s72-c/PENSAMENTO+INDUSTRIAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2002310000981591527</id><published>2009-09-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:15:49.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SrOvgd7njuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/47YLO4XfLr0/s1600-h/85570068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382838951963234018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SrOvgd7njuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/47YLO4XfLr0/s320/85570068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho saber que quando a gnt tá mal os pensamentos e as ideias flueem no papel, mas quando estmos felizes, alegres e saltitantes.. nem olhamos pro caderno ou caneta, ou seja lá o que for. Será por que a alegria é um sentimento de euforia e escrever é muito calmo para esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade não estou nos melhores dias da minha vida... mas creio que os piores já passaram.&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que passasse logo...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu encontra-se o poço no meio do deserto!&lt;br /&gt;A música da roldana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai passar eu creio! Continue andando, e olhando para cima! Eu sei preciso olhar pra Deus e ignorar meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;logo passa&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2002310000981591527?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2002310000981591527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2002310000981591527' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2002310000981591527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2002310000981591527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Pensamentos...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SrOvgd7njuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/47YLO4XfLr0/s72-c/85570068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-4760224368165307257</id><published>2009-09-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:13:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURA-ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYtLvk6rkmY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYtLvk6rkmY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-4760224368165307257?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/4760224368165307257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=4760224368165307257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4760224368165307257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4760224368165307257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/cura-me.html' title='CURA-ME'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-2885269760184514956</id><published>2009-09-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:22:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado de Deus!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sqh8RRYBSdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gRyTlaasETU/s1600-h/89617934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sqh8RRYBSdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gRyTlaasETU/s320/89617934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379686391057828306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vejo seu cuidado oh Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;nas pequenas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pessoas que oram por mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;pessoas que cuidam de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Obrigada Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mesmo quando estou suja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O Senhor está comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não sei o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me arrependo e sei que fui perdoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pois a sua misericordia e seu amor são imensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peço-te: Guia-me em Teus caminhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Preciso estar neles novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meu coração chora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não sei entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O que acontece agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A pasta está ali, mas não posso abri-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O acesso está negado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não sei que se passa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O que é atualizado, ou posto na lixeira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sei que fui perdoada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas não posso fugir das consequências;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O alcool foi passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas a ferida está sensível; ainda dói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Confio em Ti Senhor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sei que tudo passará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Então saberei o que fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Enquanto isso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meu coração chora!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;by Carol Ayfus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-2885269760184514956?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/2885269760184514956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=2885269760184514956' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2885269760184514956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/2885269760184514956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/vejo-seu-cuidado-oh-deus-nas-pequenas.html' title='Cuidado de Deus!!!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sqh8RRYBSdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gRyTlaasETU/s72-c/89617934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-9174049247031824843</id><published>2009-09-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:55:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero Ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>Deus conhece o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o motivo de estar assim&lt;br /&gt;Tão alegre, mas com tanto medo&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou enganada?&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou muito errada?&lt;br /&gt;Por que quero ficar ao seu lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me quando eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Ora comigo, ora por mim&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por estar aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar cada dia contigo&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutar da vida contigo&lt;br /&gt;Te ter ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Quero seu abraço, também os seus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoa se estou complicando&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade queria ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Mas algumas coisas acontecem&lt;br /&gt;E a gente não consegue evitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo até de pecar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei qual será a solução&lt;br /&gt;Esperar pelo tempo de Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada acontece ao acaso!&lt;br /&gt;Se estamos assim, há um porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz com você&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver o meu conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Vou estar aqui, sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-9174049247031824843?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/9174049247031824843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=9174049247031824843' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/9174049247031824843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/9174049247031824843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/quero-ser-feliz.html' title='Quero Ser Feliz'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-4070898309915170961</id><published>2009-09-02T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:03:34.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero Ouvir!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sp80WCPuvxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U-WIzJRYUwM/s1600-h/88184261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377074033268277010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sp80WCPuvxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U-WIzJRYUwM/s320/88184261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu sabes o que acontece comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;És tu que conheces meu coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Também sabes o que preciso fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que eu quero ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só Tu oh Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conhece o que é perfeito pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero ouvir Tuas palavras;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero cumprir Tuas ordens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero ouvir a Tua voz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Diga-me Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que queres de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu sabes o que eu quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;porém Teus planos são bem maiores que os meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eles não podem ser frustados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só Tu oh Deus&lt;br /&gt;Conhece o que é perfeito pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir Tuas palavras;&lt;br /&gt;Quero cumprir Tuas ordens;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir a Tua voz;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero ser o mais perfeito que puder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero mostrar-te em meu olhar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero mostrar-te em meu falar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero mostrar-te em meu agir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero que diminua eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero ser somente teu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quero ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Ainda bem que a gente se tem! Obrigada amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com.br/dance_with_me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Carol Ayfus&lt;/span&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/5795253892598680352-4070898309915170961?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/4070898309915170961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=4070898309915170961' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4070898309915170961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4070898309915170961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/09/quero-ouvir.html' title='Quero Ouvir!!!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Sp80WCPuvxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U-WIzJRYUwM/s72-c/88184261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-8532620629044692589</id><published>2009-08-29T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:24:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As paixões da minha vida...     e seus porquês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkxCDFbnZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WQ_ilTE9ofs/s1600-h/84908186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375381541500984722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkxCDFbnZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WQ_ilTE9ofs/s400/84908186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todo mundo tem sua paixões, algo que gosta mais de fazer. Aquelas coisas que dão prazer de verdade. Que a gente se sente feliz de verdade. Sabe quando o coração parece que vai explodir de tanta alegria? Isso é o que eu chamo de paixão! As vezes dá até uma vontadezinha de chorar, mas de alegria, de tão bem que essas coisas fazer pra você! Eis aqui as minhas paixões! Eis aqui as coisas que me fazer rir a toa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkyHnomOmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iBsmZIISvvs/s1600-h/200153211-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375382736723130978" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 213px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkyHnomOmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iBsmZIISvvs/s320/200153211-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A DANÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Ai como explicar esse imenso prazer, desde de que eu me conheço por gente eu danço, bem ou mal, eu danço desde de sempre! Lembro de quando eu estudava e tinha aquelas comemorações na escola e a minha mãe não me deixava dançar, por falta de dinheiro pra fazer a roupa que era especificada, ou até mesmo como forma de castigo. Aaaah era um martírio quando as outras crianças iam ensaiar e eu não podia! Eu ficava brava de verdade! Crescendo um pouco, a minha nova escola oferecia a dança como opção para a Educação Física. E eu que nunca fui chegada em esportes, mais do que depressa fui fazer a dança! Foram anos dançando, me realizando nas apresentações! E agora eis um segredo meu: "Eu amo muito os palcos, não pela platéia, mas pela música alta, pelos focos de luz... de verdade me realizo!"  Depois por falta de tempo ou sei lá, acabei parando as aulas de dança, mas nunca parei de dançar de fato! E agora vejo a dança não só como forma de me exercitar de me sentir bem, vejo a dança como forma de louvor a Deus! Frequentemente eu ligo o som aqui no fundo de casa e passo horas dançando pra Deus. Do jeito que eu quizer! Me movimentando de todas as maneiras possiveis, mas com o coração cheio de adoração, e isso me dá animo pra fazê-lo mais e mais a cada dia! Sei que Deus se agrada de todas as formas de louvor, e essa é uma em especial! Que eu amo! Que me faz bem! Até quando eu estou triste as vezes eu danço e logo passa! A dança pra mim é uma forma de expôr o que sinto. Então quando eu to dançando sozinha na minha casa, Não gosto que ninguém veja, na verdade tenho até um pouco de vergonha! Porque é uma adoração intensa e se eu resolver me ajoelhar e orar, e se eu resolver chorar, ou rir sem mais nem menos, ninguém vai ficar pensando: "O que essa louca tá fazendo?" A menos que seja uma coreografia ensaiada. Eu prefiro que ninguem me veja dançando! Um dos meus maiores prazeres e realizações. Sim, pretendo voltar as aulas assim que possivel! Amo dançar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Spky2Q8xhYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tg90fxrrE50/s1600-h/miley-cyrus_com-modeling2008-set50-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375383538087593346" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Spky2Q8xhYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tg90fxrrE50/s320/miley-cyrus_com-modeling2008-set50-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A MÚSICA -&lt;/span&gt; Poderia até ser uma redundância, "todos que gostam de dança gostam de música" ou um contradição, caso eu não gostasse. Mas o fato é que não gosto apenas da música. Explico: Não gosto só de ouvir a música, Gosto de cantar, de sentir, de tocar. Eu sempre, sempre gostei de cantar, quando eu saía com o meu pai pra fazer entregas, porque a gente tinha uma distribuidora, eu sempre ia cantando com ele. "Pai, vamos cantar aquela música assim..." E aí começavamos. A musica pode até parecer sem importância para alguns, mas olhe ao seu redor, melhor, feche os olhos e escute. O farfalhar das folhas das arvores, os carros que passam na rua, o pássaros que cantam, as gotas de chuvas, tudo produz um som! Esse som também é música, é a musica da vida, da natureza, da civilização! Em toda a minha vida julguei que cantasse bem, um dia, meus amigos reunidos em casa meu pai diz: "É! Deus é grande mesmo, a Carol tá cantando no louvor." Eu mais do que depressa me defendi horrorizada com o comentário: "Pai, mas eu sempre cantei com você" e ele:  "Por isso mesmo, eu sei do que eu estou falando." Me senti horrivel fui iludida por mim mesma. Sonhava quando criança até em ser cantora! Mas hoje sei, depois de um tempo, que existem dons que só se revelam nas horas certas. e Deus tem me agraciado com este em particular: o dom de cantar, o dom da música. Voltei a fazer aulas de teclado, que eu gosto muito. É sempre um desafio e uma reflexão! Por que a música fala com a gente, a música conversa conosco, mesmo que ela não tenha de fato uma letra. O simples som dos instrumentos, já inspiraram pessoas a fazer as mais bonitas poesias, os mais belos quadros, a transformar corações. Sim, por que a música tem esse poder! Ela nos tira desse mundo, e nos transporta para outra dimenção. E a minha, é a dimensão de Deus. Enquanto canto não só com a minha voz, mais com o meu coração posso sentir a presença daquele meu Pai, que me escutava mesmo quando eu cantava terrivelmente mal, e até hoje quando canto horrivel também, ou então quando toco a nota errada no teclado. Ele sorri, o meu Pai sorri, por que mesmo que a minha música, não tenha letra, ela fala, e Deus com certeza a compreende! Experimente fechar os olhos e só ouvir! Vai descobrir que há música onde você menos imagina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkzZ-njisI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q9Ij_duT5fk/s1600-h/83420651.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375384151642049218" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkzZ-njisI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q9Ij_duT5fk/s320/83420651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINHAS CRIANÇAS - &lt;/span&gt;Não eu não tenho filhos. Não biológicamente falando pelo menos. Mas há muitas crianças em minha vida que eu amo demais. Se eu pudesse levaria todas para casa! Independente de como elas sejam, brancas, morenas, com cabelo claro, ou escuro, curto, ou comprido, liso, ou enrolado. As crianças são a minha paixão. Eu amo muito ensiná-las! Para aqueles que não sabem, eu trabalho com crianças de segunda a domingo, tá ok, no sábado eu tenho uma folga, mas mesmo assim estou preparando alguma coisa pra elas. Ensinar crianças é a profissão mais gratificante na minha opinião. Elas são espontâneas. Apesar de fazerem muita bagunça as vezes e não pararem quietas por muito tempo. Elas são uma caixinha de surpresa! Crianças sabem reconhecer o valor que você tem, e o valor daquilo que você ensina. é nítido ver o desenvolvimento, de personalidade, de conhecimento, de emoções. E é maravilhoso ver os olhinhos brilhando quando eles conseguem cumprir um desafio, "Tia, olha! Eu consegui!" Ou então quando elas vem correndo te abraçar quando você chega. Crianças são verdadeiras, e expressam suas emoções sem medo, embora muitas vezes elas não dizem o que é! É bom saber que vc faz diferença na vida delas. E que elas lembrarão de você pra sempre! Eu ainda lembro da minha professora da pré-escola! Amo a espontaneidade das crianças! Talvez não tenha filhos, nascidos de mim, gerados por mim. Mas esses filhos "adotivos" são tudo pra mim! Minha alegria, e tristeza. Meu entusiasmo! Minha força pra lavantar no domingo as sete horas da manhã! Sei que eles estarão me esperando! Tente compreender uma criança, e veja quão surpreso ficará!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Spk0L3d-oWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aums0dcyg6E/s1600-h/88436039.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375385008716292450" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/Spk0L3d-oWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aums0dcyg6E/s320/88436039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MEUS AMIGOS -  &lt;/span&gt;A pouco tempo escrevi alguma coisa dedicada a eles, aqueles que não vejo, aqueles que não falo mais, aqueles que fizeram parte da minha vida de uma forma ou de outra. Mas não poderia deixar de colocá-los aqui outra vez. Sim, sou apaixonada pelos meus amigos. Eles que escutam meus murmurios, minhas reclamações. Eles que choram comigo, que riem comigo. Que trocam experiencias. Que me corrige quando estou errada, que me parabenizam quando faço algo certo. Eles vibram com a minha vitória! Eles se preocupam com meu estado de espírito. Eles se importam comigo em todas as areas. Eles me alegram. Fazem parte da minha vida como um todo! E isso é recíproco, pois também os amo e tento ao menos, fazer do mesmo modo que vocês. Se eu pudesse colocaria cada um deles num potinho e carregaria comigo o tempo todo! Mas não posso, porque cada um segue a sua vida, casa um toma o seu rumo. Mas aqueles amigos de verdade sempre permanecem. E sempre, sempre dão um jeitinho de mostrar que se importam. De mandar um "alô!", pra dizer que ainda está vivo! Infelizmente, nem todos continuam no mesmo lugar, como já disse, então perdemos o contato, mas o coração fica cheio de saudade, e a memória cheia de boas recordações. Meus amigos, Graças a Deus pela vida de vocês! Estou certa de que andando no caminho certo, suas vidas serão cheias de vitórias! Amo muito vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Estão aí algumas das maiores paixões da minha vida! E todo os seus porquês! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tente identitificar quais são as prioridades em sua vida! Tente fazer coisas que te deixem alegre também, além das suas obrigações! A vida é mais completa quando balanceamos obrigações e prazeres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Obrigada meu Deus pela minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com.br/dance_with_me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-8532620629044692589?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/8532620629044692589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=8532620629044692589' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8532620629044692589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/8532620629044692589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/minhas-maiores-paixoes-e-seus-porques.html' title='As paixões da minha vida...     e seus porquês...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpkxCDFbnZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WQ_ilTE9ofs/s72-c/84908186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3174928829391333297</id><published>2009-08-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:49:26.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas e incertezas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpQvG1ynhbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Co7qFXB2bvI/s1600-h/88879045.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpQvG1ynhbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Co7qFXB2bvI/s320/88879045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373972049924949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dúvidas e incertezas fazem parte da nossa vida. Algumas  vezes, mais do nós mesmos gostaríamos que fizessem. Foi em uma dessas crises.. que eu escrevi isso que encontrei em um caderno quando estava arrumando meu quarto hoje de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que caminho trilhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem como dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não quero que sofra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas estou disposta a sofrer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo o que temos passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não faz o menor sentido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que estamos juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que nos torna um casal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não consigo entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei o que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será só um fase? ou não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muitas coisas acontecem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muitas pessoas falam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existe em tudo isso um nexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sei quantas dúvidas eu tinha nessa época, e só eu sei! Mas eu não lembrava de ter escrito isso. Foi interessante achá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotlog.com.br/dance_with_me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Carol Ayfus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-3174928829391333297?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/3174928829391333297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=3174928829391333297' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3174928829391333297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cruz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpDhkRsWujI/AAAAAAAAADg/UzMfNfPl4Vk/s1600-h/200337192-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373042368793983538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpDhkRsWujI/AAAAAAAAADg/UzMfNfPl4Vk/s320/200337192-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero ir por atalhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero seguir o caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que tu preparastes pra mim, senhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero agradar o teu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te obedecer é sempre o melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero ter tuas bênçãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem antes passar pela cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou passar pela cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me quebrantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou passar pela cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me arrepender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou passar pela cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ainda está manchada de sangue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por tanto me amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou passar pela cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpDi0OPBAuI/AAAAAAAAADo/rNf0m2pvGL0/s1600-h/BA8550-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373043742255153890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpDi0OPBAuI/AAAAAAAAADo/rNf0m2pvGL0/s320/BA8550-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nela me ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou passar pela cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E erguer um altar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde a oferta sou eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crucifico o meu eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te agradeço, oh, Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui comprado na cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerado na cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redimido na cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurado na cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui comprado na cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurado na cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYY7Z-IUm_A"&gt;Eu vou passar pela cruz - PG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;by Carol&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/5795253892598680352-923701358452192072?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/923701358452192072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=923701358452192072' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/923701358452192072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/923701358452192072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-vou-passar-pela-cruz.html' title='Eu vou passar pela cruz!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SpDhkRsWujI/AAAAAAAAADg/UzMfNfPl4Vk/s72-c/200337192-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-3986366127114791280</id><published>2009-08-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:58:44.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a gente se conhece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoqsEAak-7I/AAAAAAAAADY/WLEb4LhjQc0/s1600-h/DA00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoqsEAak-7I/AAAAAAAAADY/WLEb4LhjQc0/s320/DA00012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294690423667634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            O que fazemos quando queremos nos conhecer. Não conhecer outras pessoas, conhecer a nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;           Há algum tempo eu brinquei com um amigo, ele perguntava, eu respondia! e vice-e-versa! As vezes as perguntas feitas a nós são tão simples, mas de uma profundidade sem tamanho. Aí começamos a refletir quem somos, porque somos, porque de fato estamos aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Começamos a nos questionar a respeito da nossa personalidade!&lt;br /&gt;Para nos conhecermos é preciso olhar no espelho, olhe-se no espelho! Os bebês se conhecem assim, fisicamente eles vão se descobrindo ao olhar-se no espelho. Nós precisamos ir mais além do físico, examinar o nosso carater. Uma vez ouvi que o melhor jeito de conhecer uma pessoa, é olhar nos olhos dela! Não que você vá descobrir toda a vida dela, mas grande parte do sua personalidade revela-se através do olhar. Olhe-se no espelho, olhe dentro dos seus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;      Conheçam-se.&lt;br /&gt;       Pergunte quem você é?&lt;br /&gt;Raramente sabemos escrever ou falar sobre nós. Porque não nos conhecemos. Quais experiencias realmente influenciaram sua vida? O que de fato fez toda a diferença?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei qual o marco da minha vida! Sei que mudei algumas coisas. Crenças, costumes, palavras, conversas, gosto musical. Mas não acredito que tenha perdido a essência, todos nós temos uma essência que nunca é perdida. A essência é aquilo que nasce conosco. A essência é nosso código genetico. Podemos amadurecer, mudar algumas coisas na nossa personalidade, mudar o nome, o cabelo, a roupa, mas a essencia do ser continua lá!&lt;br /&gt;              Talvez eu desaponte alguém ou não. Ainda sei com certeza que há um Deus que olha por mim! Que cuida de mim. E eu sei que dependo Dele! Sei que Ele quem me dá a vida, e os dons. Isso mudou a minha vida, esse é o marco, mas a minha essencia, a menina que chora quando triste, quando nervosa, que ri de alegria e nervosismo, que gritas de felicidade, que se cala quando chateada, que fecha a cara quando brava, essa menina continua aqui dentro! Essa é a minha essência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe-se no espelho! Descubra a sua essência!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-3986366127114791280?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/3986366127114791280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=3986366127114791280' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3986366127114791280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/3986366127114791280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-gente-se-conhece.html' title='Quando a gente se conhece...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoqsEAak-7I/AAAAAAAAADY/WLEb4LhjQc0/s72-c/DA00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-9219364333409346893</id><published>2009-08-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:15:25.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma homenagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZALm7yvlI/AAAAAAAAACg/hRzlAaOsf5k/s1600-h/200068974-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370050173859970642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZALm7yvlI/AAAAAAAAACg/hRzlAaOsf5k/s320/200068974-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A todos aqueles que de uma forma ou outra fizeram diferença na minha vida!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A começar lá pelo ensino fundamental... eis que surge a adolescencia, e como é dificil entender que a gente não é grande, mas também não somos pequenos. Aí surgem as amizades. "Me empresta a sua borracha?" Coisas simples podem trazer a tona uma grande amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi principalmente entre meus 12 a 14 anos, que algumas amizades verdadeiras começaram a surgir. Nessa época temos muitos amores, platonicos ou não sofremos, sorrimos, queremos conselhos. É preciso ter alguem para dividir essas conquistas e frustações! Lembro mesmo depois de não estudarmos na mesma escola continuavamos proximas e sempre davamos um jeito de interagir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa Arneiro - quantos dias chorando e lutando por 'ele'. Obrigada por me deixar ficar em sua casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacque - As aulas de biologia do colegial eram as nossas preferidas para escrever nossas cartas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem desprezar os demais... me lembro de todos vocês! e como contribuiram de alguma forma para minha vida! Obrigada por me aguentarem, mesmo que seja sempre como colega de sala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZPKzUlL6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BjpcJGy361E/s1600-h/71876772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370066652679712674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZPKzUlL6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BjpcJGy361E/s320/71876772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo vai passando e a gente vai crescendo... de repente estamos no colegial. Poxa vida como sinto falta dessa época, não tinhamos 'compromissos', podiamos ficar juntos sempre. e meu Deus que turma grande nós eramos. Durante três anos muitos segredos, brigas, desafios, vitórias, notas baixas, desilusões... tudo isso foi compartilhado!Um dando força ao outro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luiz Paulo - Coitado de você, era obrigado a saber porque eu chorava. Foi obrigado a me entender sem que eu dissesse uma palavra. Agradeço a ti de todo coração pela paciência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninos - Todos vocês me fizeram rir, e me deixaram feliz, me ensinaram como agir ou como não agir! Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah - minhã irmã! Eu tinha até uma cama na casa dela. eu chamava a mãe dela de mãe e o pai dela de pai. preciso dizer mais alguma coisa?!? Amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulinha - a palhaça, sempre nos fazendo rir! Ainda bem que você ficou ali no primeiro ano, sua sina era se juntar a nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dany - minha mãe. Não lembro nem porque eu a chamava de mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te - Priminha do meu coração. Embora eu já tenha perdido as esperanças de ser sua prima de fato. Ainda quero ser por consideração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa - muitos desentendimentos! Mas não deixa de ser especial, afinal cada louco com a sua loucura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tixa - Muitas coisas conversamos, e vivemos. Com certeza não vou esquecer daquele exame de inglês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paty - Um dia eu também vou usar baton vermelho sem ficar com cara de você sabe o que! A amiga mais linda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heri - Sabe que aquela que precisar dar broncas? Era ela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu esqueci algum nome perdoe-me não é falta de consideração, é falta de memória mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais vou ter uma turma unida como essa! Sinto falta de vocês! Obrigada por aliviar um dos piores momentos da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZTMGiSKTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NPVBlmkdVo0/s1600-h/aniversÃ¡rio+07-10-2005+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370071073063840050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZTMGiSKTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NPVBlmkdVo0/s320/anivers%C3%A1rio+07-10-2005+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mesma época negra da minha vida, quando eu estava no fundo do poço, meus pais tinham acabado de se separar e eu tinha que ser forte! E por acaso eu conseguia? Deus sabe que não! Nessa época, comecei a usar a internet compulsivamente, quando me apresentaram o msn e um tal de Potter Village. Aí sim a 'desgraça' tava feita! Quantas madrugadas em claro, quantas tardes tediosas, jogando conversa fora, falando mal da vida dos outros (que coisa feia!), e tentando descobrir como seria o filme ou o próximo livro do Harry Potter. Foi No meio de tudo isso que eu fiz verdadeiras e unicas amizades! E quem não acredita em amizade verdadeira pela internet, aqui está a prova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaby - a mais paciente, meiga, linda, e concorrida de todas. Era só a Gabriela entrar que todas as outras janelas paravam de piscar. e sim eu tinha ciúme! Gaby, me ensinou o "Jogo do Contente", escutava minhas reclamações e sempre tinha bons conselhos. e a frase que mais marcou "Carol, vai dar tudo certo no final!"Gaby, amo muito você, obrigada pela paciencia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anninha - meu xodó! ela até veio me visitar! e fazer nada com ela é estranhamente divertido! Essa também escutou muitos murmurios e lamentações, mas a gente pirava as vezes. Minha parceira de não falar tão bem de algumas pessoas! Anninha amo amo você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias - Aquele que nunca muda.. hehehe sempre quieto e tímido, mas quando abre a boca, sai de baixo hein! Sempre colocando os outros pra cima com seus elogios. Obrigada por ser assim lindinho! Você é um fofo! Amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster - O que dizer? Essa história foi um pouco mais complicada. Começamos bem, terminamos muito mal! Você foi um anjo que me segurou no colo, quando eu não tinha forças, era na sua casa que eu ligava de madrugada chorando, de saudade ou de dor! Obrigada por estar sempre comigo. Me perdoe tudo o que aconteceu! De verdade eu nunca quis te magoar. Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E junto deles muitos outros fizeram a diferença na minha vida, mesmo no mundo virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZQJAOXrnI/AAAAAAAAADA/QgZIwZzubJk/s1600-h/OgAAAJaPRefxPZtQtumUdabsPz8WNZjjeGyFg8E5hTpe4iXAseWgxmcNvDkkLZ2ins1nlEYYmbRoc0x5IIjUdeC_UyMAm1T1UMKZ0TvtKLJUjWBW_whZ5m3BhqcM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370067721295212146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZQJAOXrnI/AAAAAAAAADA/QgZIwZzubJk/s320/OgAAAJaPRefxPZtQtumUdabsPz8WNZjjeGyFg8E5hTpe4iXAseWgxmcNvDkkLZ2ins1nlEYYmbRoc0x5IIjUdeC_UyMAm1T1UMKZ0TvtKLJUjWBW_whZ5m3BhqcM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ultimo, mas não menos importante! Já que estamos seguindo uma ordem cronologica. Meus novos-velhos amigos! Tudo começou por causa da fanfarra, conheci algumas pessoas que realmente me levaram pra um caminho que eu jamais imaginaria estar! Graças a Deus pela vida de vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari - a primeira pregação que eu ouvi, foi sua quando vc veio dormir aqui em casa, abriu a Biblia em corintios 13. Sacanagem hein! Sinto falta de estar com você mais tempo! mas entendo a correria do dia-a-dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno - ai ai ai outro caso a parte, aquele que não escondia a sua aversão am minha pessoa! Não sei se Deus trabalhou muito no coração dele ou na minha vida. Porque hoje é um amor incondicional. Eu fico brava quando ele briga comigo, mas sei que é pra que eu possa me desenvolver. Meu pai na fé, meu irmão! Sabe Deus o que mais.. Só posso dizer: Eu te amo muito seu xarope! Obrigada por não desistir de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanio - Esse escuta minhas neuroses! Coitado. Sempre pronto e com uma palavra na ponta da lingua! Amo você amigo. Deus te abençoe! Quando você casar a mulher é sua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael - me ensinou muitas coisas indiretamente! Você é muito mais capaz do que imagina! Obrigada por me aguentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine - Vamos ali arrumar seu quarto? Parece que ele tá meio bagunçado. Esse quarto ouviu tanta coisa! Deus te abençoe. Amo vc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cacau - Você cresceu muito! tá moça já! e pensar que eu ia coçar as suas costas pra você dormir. ai meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Gontijo - Não sei se tenho palavras pra descrever o que você é pra mim! A baixinha mais querida! aquela que cuida, que pega no pé. Que deixa chorar, que dá conselho, e que não se mete em relacionamentos! Carol, Obrigada por me acolher!!! Deus abençoe a sua vida! Amo você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leticia - Ai Jesus... vê só se não é confirmação de Jeová?! A menina que mais me surpreende! Ela faz cara de brava pra tudo! Mas sempre deixou eu chorar no colo dela. Obrigada por todos os conselhos!! Amo muito você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilinha - Duvido que ela leia mas ela é a pessoa mais meiga e doce que eu já conheci. (Bom.. ela compete com a Gaby, mas acho que a Cami ainda consegue ganhar.) Disposta! Camiii obrigada por todas as orações! pelos gritos dentro do carro, e do lado da igreja! deus te abençoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari Fantuci - é a amiga da bagunça! Precisando dela, só chamar! Essa é parceira! Amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Érica - Obrigada por me ouvir sempre!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nayara, Suelen, Marjorie, Flavia, Fran - Todas vcs são muito especiais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tiago (obrigada pelas broncas), Risko (obrigada pelas risadas), Ademir, André, David...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem se esqueci alguem já falei a memoria é falha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZRIxHY1tI/AAAAAAAAADI/4bS0BpR1-Rw/s1600-h/PB030103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370068816751023826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZRIxHY1tI/AAAAAAAAADI/4bS0BpR1-Rw/s320/PB030103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia esquecer daqueles amigos que não fazem parte de uma turma específica, os que estiveram comigo todo esse tempo também. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leandro- até você já me viu chorar, só por causa de uma música.. e outras cositas más.. heheh obrigada por confiar em mim, e me escutar! e incentivar a escrever!! \o/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tia Paula - Essa maluca conseguiu mudar um pouco do meu jeito sossegado! Amo você! até quando você briga comigo sem eu ter culpa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bruna - essa me aguenta! coitada, todos os dias!! Obrigada por não brigar comigo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lidi - aaa você sabe que é importante! que eu me importo com você! Obrigada por fazer tudo o que você pode por mim!! Amo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E todos os amigos,nomeados aqui ou não. todos foram importantes pra minha caminhada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a todas essas pessoas eu sou o que sou hoje! Porque eu fui influenciada por elas. Atravez de experiencias de vida, de conselhos, de broncas. Obrigada por ajudarem a construir o meu carater! Cada um de vocês tem um pedacinho do meu coração. E eu amo todo mundo, perdoem a sinceridade, mas com certeza não é do mesmo jeito que eu amo cada um. Pois cada um tem sua particularidade como amigo! E sem vocês eu não viveria. Sem vocês talvez eu não tivesse chego até aqui! Sei que Deus vai abençoar a vida de vocês!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-9219364333409346893?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/9219364333409346893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=9219364333409346893' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/9219364333409346893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/9219364333409346893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-homenagem.html' title='Uma homenagem...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoZALm7yvlI/AAAAAAAAACg/hRzlAaOsf5k/s72-c/200068974-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-4159130373021562440</id><published>2009-08-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:59:18.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando as coisas desmoronam....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoG3RRzdV4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pKURGk3Rkyc/s1600-h/87900211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773738267236226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoG3RRzdV4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pKURGk3Rkyc/s320/87900211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As vezes parece que tudo está bem! E basta uma só palavra, uma brincadeira, para acabar com tudo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depois de tanto tempo resgatar parte da história que por tres anos quis esquecer foi muito dificil pra mim. Aceitar que certas coisas ainda ficam. Não que elas influenciam minha vida hoje, mas com certeza, foi um aprendizado, uma lembrança e lembranças boas não devem ser esquecidas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Algumas vezes queremos tanto que uma coisa aconteça que acabamos atropelando o tempo certo disso! Fazemos brincadeiras sem graça, magoamos ou chateamos aqueles que queremos bem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não sei se fui movida pela emoção, sei que eu mesma me envolvi na brincadeira e por um minuto achei que fosse verdade! Perdão!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As coisas acontecem no tempo que devem acontecer. Eu não consegui controlar a felicidade de te ter novamente na minha vida. Por tantos anos neguei que fosse assim! E até lutava para não ser. Bobagem! Lembranças boas devem ficar pra sempre! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seguir em frente sem procurar! Um dia me acharão! E aí eu vou ter certeza que é o momento certo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto muito, pelo que aconteceu! Mas ainda amo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Tudo tem seu tempo determinado, e há a tempo para todo o próposito debaixo do céu." Eclesiaste 3:1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-4159130373021562440?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/4159130373021562440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=4159130373021562440' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4159130373021562440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4159130373021562440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-as-coisas-desmoronam.html' title='Quando as coisas desmoronam....'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoG3RRzdV4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pKURGk3Rkyc/s72-c/87900211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5663626090898440398</id><published>2009-08-05T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:11:49.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E no fim das contas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnlyCaWT_MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E5130X_Flz0/s1600-h/87956350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366445816746867906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnlyCaWT_MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E5130X_Flz0/s320/87956350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Nostalgia pode ser bom as vezes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relembra as coisas passadas, os erros, os acertos, as tristezas, as alegrias. Tudo aquilo que lhe afligia. Ver o quanto você mudou ou não. Nostalgia é uma forma de avaliar o passado e refletindo o presente. É uma forma de reviver o passado, as boas lembranças. O namorado que marcou, aquela briga que te deixou muito mal. Aquele erro que te incomodava! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fundo no fundo, é bom lembrar as coisas passadas. Não para voltar aquilo que se era, mais para analisar o que se é! Para saber quais coisas já conquistou, tudo aquilo que antes lhe parecia inutil e agora é importantissimo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quero trazer a memória aquilo me dá esperança!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez a nostalgia sirva para isso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5663626090898440398?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5663626090898440398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5663626090898440398' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5663626090898440398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5663626090898440398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-no-fim-das-contas.html' title='E no fim das contas...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnlyCaWT_MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E5130X_Flz0/s72-c/87956350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-192505284843030782</id><published>2009-08-01T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:18:38.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALMENTE.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnSg3sHcZII/AAAAAAAAAAc/QGzrpIWl3Ts/s1600-h/OgAAAD78vckNkVuQJYOvINNIYdHK1NyfyHKAssGiVwsZCx-ZchHnYtWqQoeHAwmY-lmBC9FWdWk68sta_PcgM8nEezwAm1T1UHHPsJUL_uy3r7g619C8qzIF_Zm8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365089934700733570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnSg3sHcZII/AAAAAAAAAAc/QGzrpIWl3Ts/s320/OgAAAD78vckNkVuQJYOvINNIYdHK1NyfyHKAssGiVwsZCx-ZchHnYtWqQoeHAwmY-lmBC9FWdWk68sta_PcgM8nEezwAm1T1UHHPsJUL_uy3r7g619C8qzIF_Zm8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E depois de tanto tempo, de tantos planos, de quase morrermos de vontade! Enfim chegou o dia!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia em que nos vimos!!! E foi incrível! Eu não conseguia me conter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me perdoem se frustei as expectativas!!! E me perdoem por fazer vocês andarem tanto! E por fazer o Elias ir buscar a maquina que de fato estava no banheiro do consultório! Pq não tinha ninguem ali quando eu fui ao banheiro e eu fiquei com medo de alguem mexer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu sabia que teriamos muitas histórias para contar!! Já temos, mas agora nos conhecemos de verdade! E vcs são lindos! Como eu imaginei! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada por me deixarem fazer parte disso! Obrigada por tudo que já fizeram por mim! Obrigada por mudarem o roteiro por minha culpa! Me perdoe sermos "perseguidos" pelos seguranças! Foi chato mas foi divertido.. aaaaaa Só porque eu não tenho dinheiro pra comprar uma bolsa de R$15,500 não quer dizer que eu vou rouba-la. Eu sou pobre mas sou limpinha oras!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei muito feliz! muito mesmo! Espero vcs aqui ano que vem! ou nas férias de janeiro se preferirem!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos =**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-192505284843030782?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/192505284843030782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=192505284843030782' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/192505284843030782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/192505284843030782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/08/finalmente.html' title='FINALMENTE.......'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnSg3sHcZII/AAAAAAAAAAc/QGzrpIWl3Ts/s72-c/OgAAAD78vckNkVuQJYOvINNIYdHK1NyfyHKAssGiVwsZCx-ZchHnYtWqQoeHAwmY-lmBC9FWdWk68sta_PcgM8nEezwAm1T1UHHPsJUL_uy3r7g619C8qzIF_Zm8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-4189656213568167949</id><published>2009-07-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:50:26.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..E tem coisas que realmente nunca mudam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnJNepvevII/AAAAAAAAAAU/-40mHdQELWQ/s1600-h/foto_Jovens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364435295148096642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnJNepvevII/AAAAAAAAAAU/-40mHdQELWQ/s320/foto_Jovens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Há muito queria escrever uma coisa aqui, e cada vez que abria a pagina de edição, tudo que eu estava pensando fugia da minha cabeça, quase transformei isso em uma tática para "limpar a mente". Mas não valia a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Como a esperança é a ultima que morre, e a fé move montanhas E pensamentos! Aqui estou escrever nesse lugar, outra vez.. e com o objetivo de atualizá-lo sempre que possivel! Eu sei que toda vez falo isso! Então só acreditem se verem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou animadíssima. Conto o porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sai de Paranavaí para ir ao médico em Sao Paulo. Aqui em Sao Paulo! Fui avisar a dona Anna, e descubro que todo o pessoal das antigas.. Os dinossauros do PV, se encontrariam bem nesse dia! Como eu já disse, sou muito rabuda!! Essa com certeza no presente momento seria uma oportunidade impar. Então como coisas que não dão trabalho não fazem mais parte da minha vida (Graças a Tia Paula). Eu fiz todo mundo mudar a rota só pra eu poder vê-los!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei! eu sou terrível! Mas poxa vida eu vim de far far away oras!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito animada com o dia de amanhã. Com certeza vou ter histórias pra contar depois disso! Ou não!&lt;br /&gt;Já tive até idéias, que com certeza darão trabalho!!!!Não posso evitar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hauhauahuahuahuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Carol muito ansiosa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-4189656213568167949?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/4189656213568167949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=4189656213568167949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4189656213568167949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/4189656213568167949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-tem-coisas-que-realmente-nunca-mudam.html' title='..E tem coisas que realmente nunca mudam...'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SnJNepvevII/AAAAAAAAAAU/-40mHdQELWQ/s72-c/foto_Jovens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795253892598680352.post-5934312349712032477</id><published>2008-11-24T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:32:57.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SSqsNLFl6DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LJGpWzCH690/s1600-h/71571997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272215656105109554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SSqsNLFl6DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LJGpWzCH690/s320/71571997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como todas as meninas, Sofia teve muitos amores, ela não trocava de amores como trocava de roupa, mas admitia: "Já gostei sim, de vários garotos". Sofia aproveitava todas as oportunidades de se divertir, embora tivesse um humor insconstante seus sentimentos demoravam a mudar. Sofreu muito por isso, pois as vezes os garotos eram realmente muitos maus com ela, só porque ela era daquelas meninas que ficavam em cima até conseguirem o que quer. Depois de uma escolha que mudou sua vida para sempre, começou a se interessar por um menino: alto, magro, olhos castanhos, cabelos bagunçados, atencioso... Ele se tornou muito especial, pois cuidava dela como pai. E ela, filha de pais separados, via nele uma nova familia. Ele tinha interesses compativeis com os dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Quando nos casarmos vamos morar em uma casa pequena, mas grande o suficiente para que possamos receber visitas. - dizia ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gastavam horas imaginando como seria o casamento, seus filhos, sua casa. Ficaram juntos um ano e meio, mas não chegaram a namorar de fato. Eles curtiam a presença um do outro mais do que qualquer coisa naquela época.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tudo paree tão perfeito! - Sofia falava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o tempo surgiram conflitos, as ideias já não eram assim tão compatíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Acho que não é isso! - ela falava com os olhos cheios de lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não acredito, há uma semana dizia que me amava, e agora isso? Que amor é esse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu ainda amo! Mas eu sei e você sabe que não adianta a gente ficar insistindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E depois de lagrimas e soluços eles concordaram que não podiam ficar juntos, embora nunca negaram que ótimos momentos os que passaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com essa dor batendo no peito Sofia começou a conversar muito com um de seus amigos, que também, por coincidencia ou não, havia terminado um relacionamento. Ambos estavam muito vulneráveis e carentes, sentindo necessidade de alguém. Começaram a conversar e dividir segredos e sonhos e confessar algumas coisas um ao outro, e isso foi ficando sem controle. Quando Sofia percebeu estava completamente apaixonada. Mas Gustavo que tinha tomado o cuidado de não misturar amizade com amor não correspondia. Quando o assunto estourou, cada um dava seu palpite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ah Sofia! Se eu fosse você eu investia. Ele é um bom partido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cuidado, a gente nunca sabe o que ele quer, já que ele não demonstra nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando Sofia pensava em desistir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sofia... Será que já chegou a metade do caminho? É onde a maioria das pessoas desistem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse período Sofia contava com a ajuda de um outro amigo, amigo de muito tempo, esse até já tinha se interessado por ela, mas no coração a gente não manda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Desculpa Otávio! Não tem como a gente ter alguma coisa. Sabe, eu amo você, mas como amigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia sabia que essa era a pior frase para se dizer a alguem que gosta da gente. Enfim, foi com esse amigo que Sofia começou a conversar, sobre as dúvidas em relação a Gustavo. E Otávio, normalmente nào sabia o que dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Calma Sofia, o que tiver que ser vai ser. Mas esse cara é um zerado, ele acha que é o bonzão. Não suporto pessoas assim. Acha que pode fazer o que bem entender com as meninas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otávio ficava realmente muito bravo diante de algumas revelações de Sofia. Com o passar do tempo, o caarinho e a atenção que Otávio dava a ela foi se tornando diferente, não porque ele mudou, ela estava mudando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele amigo que ela julgara jamais se interessar, começou a parecer um cara legal, depois um namorado em potencial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia Sofia descobriu que gostava daquele jeito dele. De fazer surpresa, de se oferecer pra ajudar a fazer coisas que le não sabia de fato, mas se propusera a aprender. Isso foi encantando a menina Sofia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Otávio, preciso organizar meus pensamentos... estou confusa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É? Eu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Preciso conversar com o Gustavo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sofia, eu tenho medo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estranho a forma muito racional como o relacionamento nunca antes imaginado começou, mas é possivel ver nos olhos de Sofia, o quanto Otávio a faz bem! O quanto a faz feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Para os erros há perdão, para amores impossíveis... tempo!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795253892598680352-5934312349712032477?l=um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/feeds/5934312349712032477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5795253892598680352&amp;postID=5934312349712032477' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5934312349712032477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795253892598680352/posts/default/5934312349712032477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-outro-comeco.blogspot.com/2008/11/amore-da-vida.html' title='Amores da vida!'/><author><name>Carol Ayfus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08503997800614557834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SoOLnZYtizI/AAAAAAAAABw/7dv9dTC4gjw/S220/c_47.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DToIytLwXhE/SSqsNLFl6DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LJGpWzCH690/s72-c/71571997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
