<?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-5170137418403219939</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:28:46.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>;*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-4887591379816920973</id><published>2011-10-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T08:10:05.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,sans-serif,Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; padding: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,'Helvetica Neue',sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QFCch9BgSuk/TpdSBDiRyLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eaivn-5DF2M/s400/174.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; max-width: 100%;" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial,'Helvetica Neue',sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode estar longe dos meus olhos, mas não&lt;br /&gt;dos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-4887591379816920973?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/4887591379816920973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-pode-estar-longe-dos-meus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/4887591379816920973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/4887591379816920973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-pode-estar-longe-dos-meus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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://lh5.ggpht.com/-QFCch9BgSuk/TpdSBDiRyLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eaivn-5DF2M/s72-c/174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-8207359243046124654</id><published>2011-09-17T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:01:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ipmsxdJn-4/TnS2MTdusuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cDlaT0uCtMA/s1600/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ipmsxdJn-4/TnS2MTdusuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cDlaT0uCtMA/s320/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;eu me pergunto hoje como tudo começou, e por que de uma forma tão triste acabou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;a gente foi tão forte, mais enfim chegamos ao nosso limite, fingindo tudo o que passamos ter esquecido...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;cansamos de nos julgar, nos limitar agora o lance é a realidade, a realidade e sua triste crueldade...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;você me diz que ainda &amp;nbsp;vai estar aqui pra me ajudar, mais sei... não vai ser da forma que eu vou precisar, pois nada nem os nossos sentimentos estão mais no mesmo lugar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;a gente mudou, e o futuro que a gente planejou o nosso presente levou e apenas a triste mágoa das lembranças ele deixou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;agora só me resta chorar, chorar e lembrar dos momentos que nunca mais irão voltar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;"eu sei que ainda não é o fim, eu sei que é dificil de aceitar mais não me deixe"&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(8'&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;essa música é sua cara, me lembra as nossas besteiras no msn... e aquele ciumes bobo quando alguém queria tomar nossa atenção , pois isso vai ficar guardado em min até o fim...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;nós tivemos nossas decepções mais mesmo assim não esquecemos nossas emoções, e aquele sorriso lindo? eu fico to pensando agora em que direção ele deve estar indo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;a dor de te perder me fez crescer e principalmente me arrepender de não ter valorizado você...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;onde estiver agora eu quero que você encontre uma pessoa que te dê o q a pessoa que você chamava de "melhor amiga" não te deu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;amizade como a sua, eu nunca encontrarei assim como também nunca esquecerei...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;se eu tivesse certeza de que essas palavras te fariam voltar, eu viraria a noite inteira a escrever só pra te ver chegar#&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-8207359243046124654?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/8207359243046124654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/09/eterno-eu-me-pergunto-hoje-como-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/8207359243046124654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/8207359243046124654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/09/eterno-eu-me-pergunto-hoje-como-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-_ipmsxdJn-4/TnS2MTdusuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cDlaT0uCtMA/s72-c/como_esquecer_a_dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-1429457924141975514</id><published>2011-07-13T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:41:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2_Splm4Q5E/Th4fDq4u3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/XexzD74399E/s1600/PQAAAPRajUd9g_BbQ_S6QbrxB6RJroYCnoqCTB3VCbWp9UZ4w_IxFzOSEG95lc-3VjSacZBi26-wlIYU4yMKSVJ1TZIAm1T1UMU3c_pTVpfBYAjEwbqfNHpK14O-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2_Splm4Q5E/Th4fDq4u3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/XexzD74399E/s320/PQAAAPRajUd9g_BbQ_S6QbrxB6RJroYCnoqCTB3VCbWp9UZ4w_IxFzOSEG95lc-3VjSacZBi26-wlIYU4yMKSVJ1TZIAm1T1UMU3c_pTVpfBYAjEwbqfNHpK14O-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familia projeto infalível de Deus,bem aventurado quem possui e dá a mesma o seu devido valor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-1429457924141975514?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/1429457924141975514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/familia-projeto-infalivel-de-deusbem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/1429457924141975514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/1429457924141975514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/familia-projeto-infalivel-de-deusbem.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-p2_Splm4Q5E/Th4fDq4u3_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/XexzD74399E/s72-c/PQAAAPRajUd9g_BbQ_S6QbrxB6RJroYCnoqCTB3VCbWp9UZ4w_IxFzOSEG95lc-3VjSacZBi26-wlIYU4yMKSVJ1TZIAm1T1UMU3c_pTVpfBYAjEwbqfNHpK14O-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-84022353951979297</id><published>2011-07-13T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:33:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OK48JgFAiek/Th4dKXYn6bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qNAV2GkW47k/s1600/19070324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OK48JgFAiek/Th4dKXYn6bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qNAV2GkW47k/s320/19070324.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O passado está sempre conosco, apenas esperando para bagunçar o presente." - ( Gossip Girl )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-84022353951979297?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/84022353951979297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-passado-esta-sempre-conosco-apenas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/84022353951979297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/84022353951979297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-passado-esta-sempre-conosco-apenas.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-OK48JgFAiek/Th4dKXYn6bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qNAV2GkW47k/s72-c/19070324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-1783675529405991834</id><published>2011-07-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:30:20.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeXOzWiVFsY/Th3yJ5t8X_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Elokwtw0IEk/s1600/lust-the-vampire-diaries-wallpapers-1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeXOzWiVFsY/Th3yJ5t8X_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Elokwtw0IEk/s320/lust-the-vampire-diaries-wallpapers-1024x768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu não poderia estar mais errada. Eu achei que poderia sorrir e ir em  frente. Fingir que estava tudo bem. Eu tinha um plano. Eu queria mudar  quem eu era. Levar uma vida como uma pessoa nova. Sem um passado, sem a  dor, de alguém que viveu. Mas, não é tão fácil. As coisas ruins ficam  com você, elas seguem você. Não dá pra escapar, por mais que se queria.  Só podemos ficar prontos para o bem, e quando ele chegar, podemos  aceitá-lo. Porque precisamos dele. Eu preciso. &lt;br /&gt;The Vampire Diaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-1783675529405991834?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/1783675529405991834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-poderia-estar-mais-errada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/1783675529405991834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/1783675529405991834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-poderia-estar-mais-errada.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-YeXOzWiVFsY/Th3yJ5t8X_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Elokwtw0IEk/s72-c/lust-the-vampire-diaries-wallpapers-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-2965149904754704047</id><published>2011-07-13T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:23:48.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUIMZZFCB2g/Th3wpgmejyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M56W6cQQiKw/s1600/19063119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUIMZZFCB2g/Th3wpgmejyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M56W6cQQiKw/s320/19063119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Quando nos apaixonamos, sentimos ter encontrado a outra metade de nós, a  metade de que precisavámos para nos tornarmos completos.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-2965149904754704047?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/2965149904754704047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-nos-apaixonamos-sentimos-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/2965149904754704047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/2965149904754704047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-nos-apaixonamos-sentimos-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-bUIMZZFCB2g/Th3wpgmejyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M56W6cQQiKw/s72-c/19063119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-3290625235202539762</id><published>2011-07-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:19:59.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsUaVvZb8-s/Th3vdbB0bKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1FYARpKUTMs/s1600/OgAAABZWhr38t34n4nhU_miGxxMH7PUwxsEHIoiiguIV7AJYNL3Wi_OACMER3Gipg_9jti8I_CUxLvsNKeRs4QSbV_MAm1T1UDc9BiBVlU41xPYy5n81T-hnOrGd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xsUaVvZb8-s/Th3vdbB0bKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1FYARpKUTMs/s320/OgAAABZWhr38t34n4nhU_miGxxMH7PUwxsEHIoiiguIV7AJYNL3Wi_OACMER3Gipg_9jti8I_CUxLvsNKeRs4QSbV_MAm1T1UDc9BiBVlU41xPYy5n81T-hnOrGd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: magenta;"&gt;Promete&lt;/strong&gt;? Que nunca &lt;em&gt;desistirá&lt;/em&gt; de nós e de nosso amor? Que nunca &lt;strike&gt;desistirá&lt;/strike&gt;  de mim? Sabe… Eu não consigo  imaginar a minha vida sem você nela pois,  a partir do momento em que você entrou  nela e permaneceu eu passei a  ser simplesmente uma personagem secundária e você  se transformou no &lt;strong style="color: magenta;"&gt;protagonista&lt;/strong&gt;,  aquele em volta de quem toda a história gira.  Você se tornou a pessoa  mais importante de minha vida, de uma forma tão  inesperada pegou meu  coração para si e nunca mais devolveu-o. Mas, quer saber?  Melhor assim.  Desde que seja você cuidando dele sei que estará bem, meu coração   agora é seu. Não só ele, como eu, que sou totalmente sua. Na realidade,  sempre  fui, apenas não conseguia enxergar o que estava à vista de  todos: aquele amor  que começou por uma amizade e foi se tornando cada  vez mais intenso,  verdadeiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aquele amor que dominou meu   peito e que hoje faz minha alma gritar por seu nome, o tempo todo. Faz  minha  alma te querer para mim, não só hoje e nem apenas amanhã. Mas sim  para sempre.  Faremos o nosso para sempre e daremos um jeito de ele ser  realmente eterno  embora o “&lt;em&gt;para sempre&lt;/em&gt;” de hoje em dia tenha  ganho prazo de validade. O nosso  para sempre será como nos contos de  fadas. Viveremos o resto de nossas vidas  felizes, um ao lado do outro.  Um dia entrarei de branco em uma igreja e você  estará, de terno e  gravata mas, principalmente, com um sorriso em seu rosto e  lágrimas em  seus olhos, estarás me esperando, para me juntar então à você por  toda a  eternidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um “&lt;strong style="color: magenta;"&gt;sim&lt;/strong&gt;” soará de meus lábios   enquanto o padre perguntar se te aceito para ser meu, e o mesmo soará  dos seus  quando ele perguntar se você também me quer. Colocarei uma  aliança em sua mão  esquerda e você colocará uma em minha. Essa aliança,  simples objeto, selará  nosso amor e demonstrará, sem palavras, que a  partir do momento em que sairmos  da mesma igreja nos pertencemos.  Teremos nossa casa, te acordarei todas as  manhãs com um beijo de bom  dia e prepararei seu café da manhã para você ir  trabalhar, teremos  nossos filhos, que serão lindos se puxarem à você. Iremos  criá-los  juntos, contaremos a nossa história para eles. E um dia para os nossos   netos. Quando envelhecermos estaremos juntos em nossa casa, com nossos  netos  correndo à nossa volta. E assim será,até nossos corações pararem  de bater, até o  sangue parar de correr em nossas veias. Mas sabe de uma  coisa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu sei que isto demorará  muito, ainda temos muito  para viver um ao lado do outro. Muitos sorrisos e  risadas serão dadas,  muitas lágrimas derramadas e muitas lutas serão vencidas. E  de uma  coisa eu tenho certeza, no final, permaneceremos&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: magenta;"&gt;juntos&lt;/strong&gt;. Quando o amor é verdadeiro, nada é capaz de trava-lo. Certo? E acredite que quando eu digo que o  nosso é &lt;strong style="color: magenta;"&gt;verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt; é porque nunca tive tanta certeza de algo em minha  vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;É tanta certeza que cheguei a  um ponto de ter mais certeza que nosso amor é eterno do que certeza de que o céu  é &lt;em&gt;azu&lt;/em&gt;l e as nuvens &lt;strike&gt;brancas&lt;/strike&gt;. Então venha, me dê a mão e me prometa que será para  &lt;strong style="color: magenta;"&gt;sempre&lt;/strong&gt;. Prometa que irá sempre me amar porque eu sei que este amor jamais  abandonará meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-3290625235202539762?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/3290625235202539762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/promete-que-nunca-desistira-de-nos-e-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/3290625235202539762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/3290625235202539762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/promete-que-nunca-desistira-de-nos-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-xsUaVvZb8-s/Th3vdbB0bKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1FYARpKUTMs/s72-c/OgAAABZWhr38t34n4nhU_miGxxMH7PUwxsEHIoiiguIV7AJYNL3Wi_OACMER3Gipg_9jti8I_CUxLvsNKeRs4QSbV_MAm1T1UDc9BiBVlU41xPYy5n81T-hnOrGd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-8106498015663658104</id><published>2011-07-13T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:04:37.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ywCPZt-p4/Th3r6pZLITI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xb_WInG6_bg/s1600/damon-vampire-diaries-open-shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-ywCPZt-p4/Th3r6pZLITI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xb_WInG6_bg/s320/damon-vampire-diaries-open-shirt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Eu olho para você e me vejo. Uma versão menos despojada e menos inteligente, claro" - ( Damon Salvatore )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170137418403219939-8106498015663658104?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/8106498015663658104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-olho-para-voce-e-me-vejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/8106498015663658104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/8106498015663658104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-olho-para-voce-e-me-vejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</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/-8-ywCPZt-p4/Th3r6pZLITI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xb_WInG6_bg/s72-c/damon-vampire-diaries-open-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170137418403219939.post-2604341556096324918</id><published>2011-07-13T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:00:58.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv7wXWeHg1w/Th3qr9e-57I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8nhNKEq02PQ/s1600/castgg-267x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv7wXWeHg1w/Th3qr9e-57I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8nhNKEq02PQ/s320/castgg-267x300.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv7wXWeHg1w/Th3qr9e-57I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8nhNKEq02PQ/s1600/castgg-267x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Vítima dos próprios desejos , escravos dos próprios prazeres" - ( Gossip Girl )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5170137418403219939-2604341556096324918?l=deiixaestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/feeds/2604341556096324918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/vitima-dos-proprios-desejos-escravos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/2604341556096324918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170137418403219939/posts/default/2604341556096324918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deiixaestar.blogspot.com/2011/07/vitima-dos-proprios-desejos-escravos.html' title=''/><author><name>Vitória Maria Lopes de Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502794107548511861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv7wXWeHg1w/Th3qr9e-57I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8nhNKEq02PQ/s72-c/castgg-267x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
