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  <title>I Am a Heartless</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:2350</id>
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    <issued>2009-08-06T19:02:55</issued>
    <title>desafio...</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T18:37:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T18:37:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;1- Como te sentes hoje?  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;What Hurts the Most-Rascal Flatts  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;(Os problemas lixam-nos :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;2- Vais ser alguém na vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Flyleaf-I'm So Sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;( sou uma miuda meus amigos! nao sei o meu fututo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;3- Como os teus amigos te vêem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;João Pedro Pais - Não há ( dizem que sou unica e nao ha ninguem como eU xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;4- Vais casar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- Evanescence - 'My Immortal' ( era a minha morte!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;5- Qual é a música do teu melhor amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Katy Perry  - Thinking Of You ( eu sei la pah! com cada perguntaa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;6- Qual é a história da tua vida? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Secondhand Serenade - It's not over ( ainda nao acabou :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;7- Como é que foi a escola secundária? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Flyleaf-I'm So Sick Lyrics ( uma verdadeira bosta ^^ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;8- Como é que podes ir adiante na vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;t.A.T.u - Sacrifice ( com sacrifisio of coursee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;9- Qual é a melhor coisa nos teus amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Lucky Twice - I'm so lucky lucky ( enfimm x'D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;10- O que é está &amp;quot;in&amp;quot; esta semana?  Krezip - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Sweet Goodbyes (pois é pois é xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;11- Como é a tua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;MIchael Jackson - I Just Cant Stop Loving You ( nao a consigo parar de amar pois é pois!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;12- Que música vai tocar no teu funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone ( nao estou sozinha +.+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;13- Como é que o mundo te vê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;michael jackson - you are my life ( sou a vida de muitos eheh )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;14- Vais ter uma vida feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt; you me at six - always attract ( nao sei nao seii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;15- O que é que os teus amigos REALMENTE pensam sobre ti?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Jamestown story - in loving memory  ( epah looool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;16- As pessoas têm inveja de ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Slipknot - Snuff ( definitivamente naaaoooo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;17- Como te podes fazer feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;MyTh-Amote  ( ela dizer qe me ama *-*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;18- Com que música farias um striptease? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Tila Tequilla-Stripper friends  ( AI NAAOO SEUS TARADOOSSS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;19- Se um homem numa carrinha te oferecesse um doce, o que farias? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt; system of a down - my sweet revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;20- O que é a tua mãe pensa de ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Paramore-Miracle  ( eu é que sei? perguntem a minha mae!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;21- Qual é o teu segredo mais escuro e profundo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;fingertips - picture of my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;22- Qual é a música do teu inimigo mortal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt; t.A.T.u- All the Thing She Said ( pois é!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;23- Como é a tua personalidade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Tokio Hotel - Black ( preta xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;24- Que música vai tocar no dia do teu casamento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;t.A.T.u- 30  Minutes ( 30 minutos para fugir dali para fora xDDDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;25- Que música vai tocar na tua lua de mel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;t.A.T.u. 'You And I' ( EU NAO ME QUERO CASAR MAS ENFIM...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;26- O que os desconhecidos acham de ti?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt; t.A.T.u - Fly on the Wall ( nao Pensam xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <issued>2009-08-06T17:55:21</issued>
    <title>iamheartless @ 2009-08-06T17:55:21</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T16:58:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T16:58:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar&amp;hellip;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palavra forte, que muita gente não sabe usar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pouca gente conhece o seu verdadeiro significado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitos dizem conhece-lo mas so tem um terço da ideia do que é.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar faz-nos sofrer, um sofrimento desnecessario a vista de muitos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esquecer é uma palavra muito facil de ser dita, mas dificil de por em pratica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tentamos sempre tirar da nossa cabeça o que não sai do coraçao&amp;hellip;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mandamo-la para um penhasco mas nunca olhamos para baixo para ver se esta realmente morta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas para quê que vamos dar valor aquela qe nos faz sofrer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para sofrer-mos mais? Sim, talvez!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isso é o que a nossa cabeça pensa, mas é o que o coraçao não quer fazer. Esquecer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim eu amo! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amo quem não me ama&amp;hellip; mas tambem, já é tao comum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amo quem me faz sofrer 24H por dia, a todos os minutos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;So de ver o seu rosto e saber qe não lhe posso tocar, senti-la perto de mim, doi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doi cada vez mais, e cada vez irá doer mais e mais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas o que seriamos nos se não sofressemos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas a pergunta é:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para que amar o sofrimento?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:1806</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/1806.html"/>
    <issued>2009-07-28T19:53:45</issued>
    <title>o que importa? </title>
    <published>2009-07-28T19:09:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-28T19:10:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setimo-nos sós...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perdidos, temos a ilusao dentro de nos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somos eludidos por quem julgamos ser a pessoa certa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nomes carinhosos, caras sorridentes, provocaçoes e caricias...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aumentas a nossa ilusao. Porque nao passa disso mesmo... uma elusao!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas quando damos conta que fomos eludidos por aquele ser, que juramos ser o certo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentimo-nos estupidos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque simplesmente foi isso que fomos...&lt;i&gt; estupidos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ama-mos quem nos faz sentir bem, quem nos faz felizes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sao sempre esses que nos mandam a baixo primeiro, e depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois corremos na esperança de encontrar alguem para descarregar-mos tudo o que nos vais dentro da alma. Quando ama-mos somos egoistas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas tambem do que serve lamentar? Se aquilo que queremos nunca ira ser inteiramente nosso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perdemos a pessoa que ama-mos, arrancaram-nos um pedaço!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada mais vale a pena... Nao importa o sitio, a hora, nada importa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A morte é a unica soluçao visivel que entramos para nos refugiarmos da dor qe sentimos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achas que te encaixas nestes contextos? Es assim tao burro para acreditar qe somos amados por quem diz &amp;quot; &lt;u&gt;amo-te &lt;/u&gt;&amp;quot;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O qe importa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:1566</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/1566.html"/>
    <issued>2009-07-28T18:51:39</issued>
    <title>Felicidade...</title>
    <published>2009-07-28T17:54:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-28T17:54:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h5 style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Felicidade. &lt;br /&gt;
Alguem me sabe dizer o que significa? Eu sei: &lt;br /&gt;
Felicidade não é o Verão mas é um dia de sol radioso depois de um longo tempo de chuva. Felicidade nao é a conquista mas é dar o melhor de nós proprios em cada coisa &lt;br /&gt;
que fazemos. Felicidade não é o exito permanente mas é conseguir&amp;rsquo;mos fazer aquilo que julgavamos nao sermos capazes. Felicidade não é &lt;br /&gt;
ter tudo mas é saber querer alguma coisa. Felicidade &lt;br /&gt;
não é bravura mas é a coragem de fazermos o que sentimos que temos de fazer. Felicidade &lt;br /&gt;
não é glória mas é termos alguem junto de nós quando nos sentimos sós e desanimados. Felicidade nao é aquilo que ja realizamos mas &lt;br /&gt;
o que temos para realizar. &lt;br /&gt;
Felicidade é ter confiança em nós proprios e sentirmos pelos outros o mesmo que sentimos por nós. &lt;br /&gt;
E agora pergunto, és feliz? &lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layouts images" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/smile/happy/happy_41.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hi5 - MurderPinki3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:1345</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/1345.html"/>
    <issued>2009-06-08T22:44:48</issued>
    <title>Amor &amp; Sofrimento</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T21:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T21:45:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no Amor existem duas coisas&lt;br /&gt;
felicidade e sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;
temos de as saber conjugar&lt;br /&gt;
e saber usá-las bem com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mas por vezes o Amor só tem sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;
um sofrimento que faz magoar&lt;br /&gt;
mas que insistimos em sentir&lt;br /&gt;
porque não queremos acreditar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
não queremos acreditar que o amor que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;
está a desaparecer da pessoa que amamos&lt;br /&gt;
queremos acreditar que tudo vai voltar a ser&lt;br /&gt;
como mais gostamos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e assim deixamo-nos consumir&lt;br /&gt;
e o sofrimento sempre a piorar&lt;br /&gt;
porque a esperança está sempre ali&lt;br /&gt;
e ela não queremos deixar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e a esperança consome e consome&lt;br /&gt;
até um dia acabar&lt;br /&gt;
quando a pessoa que amamos nos diz&lt;br /&gt;
não te consigo mais amar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e a vida se torna um caos&lt;br /&gt;
e pensamos que asneira podemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;
este era o amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;
eu quero é desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:1265</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/1265.html"/>
    <issued>2009-05-29T21:52:51</issued>
    <title>telefonema....</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T21:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T21:28:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quele telefonema!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nunca estava a espera de ouvir o telemovel tocar! Naqueles dias que resolvi realmente nao ligar mais aquela pessoa que nao merece nada....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dou graças a deus ter olhado para o telemovel naquele exacto momento! O meu coraçao disparou quando li o nome dele no ecrã do telemovel!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;(flashback)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele esta-me a ligar, ele esta-me a ligar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; - Gritei eu agarrada ao telemovel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atende&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &amp;quot; - Disse-me a Vé e a Paty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;(flashback)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fiquei em panico. Simplesmente porque nao sabia o que fazer. &lt;i&gt;Atender ou nao? &lt;/i&gt;Foi o que me perguntei!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mas também nao deu para pensar muito, quando dei por mim estava a falar com ele!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ouvi a voz dele! senti-me importante naquele exacto momento!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mandei-me para o chao da cozinha da casa da Vé, ficando a olhar para o tecto que se encontrava por cima de mim.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O meu coraçao batia tao rapido, que parecia que o sangue ja nao me circulava nas veias.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sentia as veias a pulsarem a cada palavra  dirigida por ele! &lt;i&gt;Ele é-me importante, e pelos vistos nao lhe fico indiferente ou secalhar é a minha cabeça que esta a fazer filmes&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;poe em alta voz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; - Disse-me a paty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Assim o fiz, consegui-me acalmar mais e sentar-me no chao com a Vé ao meu lado e a paty sentada na cadeira.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elas riam-se com o que ele dizia, eu cada vez mais estava nervosa.... a voz dele era excitante, nao pelo lado perverso mas sim pelo lado de nos conseguir deixar nervosas e antes de nos correr sangue nas veias corre felicidade.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gostei de cada segundo que falei com ele!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Apesar de nao lhe ter dito que estava chateada por me estar a mentir... ha oportunidades para tudo!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ele é-me importante e eu seu disso! Porque sinto! Eu posso nao significar nada para ele, mas ele para mim significa!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Significa um mundo que estou de novo a explorar! mas sempre com percausao, ele é instavel... talvez seja esse o seu grande defeito!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:800</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/800.html"/>
    <issued>2009-05-26T21:13:52</issued>
    <title>My history!</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T20:23:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T20:23:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem ha uns dias escrevi uma coisa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma pequenina historia sobre mim! Sobre uma gosto que se tornou num vicio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas agora desse vicio passou para gosto novamente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A historia que vos vou contar é... &lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;a minha historia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contarvo-ei o que teria acontecido comigo se aquele vicio continua-se!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero que gostem!&lt;/b&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;img height="162" src="http://www.alexandracaracol.com/ficheiros/solidao%5B1%5D.jpg" width="168" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 28pt"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;lhava para ele enquanto dormia, era tão belo. Quem o visse assim dizia que era um anjo, com enormes assas que brilhavam à luz do sol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;          Ele era o meu único amor, sem duvida alguma, mas por quanto tempo eu era capaz de aguentar ser &lt;i&gt;só mais uma?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;          Tinha sonhado com este momento à anos, como tão perfeito seria, mas nunca pensei no que viria depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;          Passei 4 anos a imaginar como seria ele, como seria o toque dos seus lábios, o passar das suas mãos pelo meu corpo, o seu piercing, tudo! Era uma miúda ambiciosa, mas fraca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;          Chorava vezes sem conta por causa dele, sorria por causa dele, chateava-me por causa dele, &lt;i&gt;vivia&lt;/i&gt; por causa dele! Sem dúvida ele era a minha razão de viver, era o único que eu achava perfeito, mas no fundo, era um dos seres mais &lt;i&gt;imperfeitos &lt;/i&gt;do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;          Ele tinha tudo, eu não tinha nada! Era uma reles mortal que vivia com dificuldades na vida, e que só conseguia ver uma coisa&amp;hellip;&lt;i&gt;ele&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Era o meu guardião, era o meu diário, era o meu &lt;i&gt;pecado&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Sempre sonhei que poderia a vir a ser a primeira a quem ele ia dizer &lt;i&gt;Amo-te&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Apesar de aquele sonho ser impossível nunca deixei de acreditar nele, por isso mesmo se chamar sonho. Quem não acredita que um dia o seu sonho irá ser realizado e que o final será feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Ele era o meu sonho tornado realidade, mas por quanto tempo? Ele era aquele que fazia o meu coração bater só com um sorriso, que me fazia chorar por coisas inúteis, que me fazia &lt;i&gt;amar&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Passei 4 anos a alimentar este sonho, que ia crescendo à medida que os dias passavam, nunca o critiquei, nunca lhe apontei o dedo, mas sempre disse que ele era um &lt;i&gt;erro e que mais tarde eu iria ter de pagar caro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Cá dentro doía, doía muito. Ele não sabia disso, como é normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Flashback &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Ele analisava cada pedaço do meu corpo, a sua mão que se encontrava na minha face desceu ate aos ombros, braço e antebraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Agarrou-me gentilmente no pulso e esticou-me o braço, a cara transbordava pânico. Estava completamente estático a olhar para o meu braço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- O que é isto? &amp;ndash; Perguntou-me passando o dedo por cima das cicatrizes. Fiz um movimento brusco para arrancar o meu braço das suas mãos fortes. Levantei-me e começai a apanhar a minha roupa. Senti um braço envolver a minha cintura. &amp;ndash; Não vás. &amp;ndash; Pediu-me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Eu sabia que quando ele acordasse tudo ia acabar. Cada um ia para o seu sítio e nunca mais nos íamos voltar a ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Era uma questão de horas, minutos ou mesmo segundos para todo aquele sonho acabar. Doía tanto tê-lo longe, mas ainda doía mais abandona-lo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Levantei-me da cama olhando para trás quase a cada passo que dava, para aproveitar cada minuto que podia ter a vê-lo ali como veio ao mundo, quantas raparigas queriam estar no meu lugar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Pus a água da banheira a correr e temperei-a à minha medida. Entrei na mesma e fui molhando aos bocados o corpo. Deitei-me na banheira e mirei o tecto. Oco e vazio, era como o meu coração estava. Comecei a chorar só de pensar que ele ia embora, abandonar-me&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Ele era o meu tudo, o meu ar, o bater do meu coração, o fervilhar que me corria nas veias quando ouvia o seu nome, a minha dor, a minha alegria, a &lt;i&gt;minha vida!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como poderia ficar sem tudo outra vez? Como poderia eu&amp;hellip; perde-lo outra vez?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Num pensamento irracional, sai da banheira espalhando água pela casa de banho e quarto fora e, dirigi-me à minha mala que estava aos pés da cama, abri um fecho e retirei de lá o &lt;i&gt;meu vício&lt;/i&gt;. Fui outra vez para a casa de banho e entrei novamente para a banheira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Pousei a lâmina na água e fiquei a olhá-la enquanto esta flutuava. Estava farta de sofrer por ele, de ser gozada e descriminada por causa dele, de &lt;i&gt;me magoar&lt;/i&gt; por causa dele! A minha pulsação aumentou e minha respiração ficou pesada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Aquilo não era a vida que ninguém queria levar, era demasiado angustiante e monótona para ser vivida, o meu choro cada vez estava mais descontrolado, tentava não fazer barulho para não o acordar e o poupar aquele miserável cenário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Respirei fundo, fechei a mão em punho e com a outra limpei as lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sabes que és linda, Carolina? &amp;ndash; A sua respiração ainda era pesada e descontrolada, conseguia sentir o seu coração acelerado contra as minhas costas, os nossos corpos encaixavam-se na perfeição.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Dizes isso a todas! &amp;ndash; Eu estava a ser demasiado fria para com ele mas isso parecia não o incomodar muito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Olha que nem a todas. Nem todas merecem um &amp;ldquo; és linda &amp;rdquo; como tu mereces! &amp;ndash; beijou-me o braço. &amp;ndash; Porque nem todas são lindas como tu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Cada flash que me dava daquela noite fazia com que a dor se expandisse mais e mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;         Sentia a dor das unhas a cravarem-se na carne, mas era uma dor superficial. Nada se comparava à dor que se sentia naquele cantinho &lt;i&gt;especial&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Pensava numa pergunta que vagueava na minha cabeça a cada milésima que passava: &lt;i&gt;Quanto tempo mais aguentarei? &lt;/i&gt;E sabem, eu sei a resposta. Sempre a soube, mas nunca a quis admitir, sabem porquê? Por medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Medo de perder aqueles que amo, perder os meus amigos, os meus pais, a minha irmã, os meus familiares e até aquele estúpido cão que tanto me irrita mas que eu tanto amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Mas principalmente,  medo de me perder a mim! E será que eu já não me perdi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Aproximei a lâmina do meu pulso. Não iria voltar atrás, era ali e agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Aquele era o meu desejo, morrer perto de quem amo. Não era bem o final feliz que toda a gente sonha, mas aquele era o meu final feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;        Respirei fundo e cravei-a na pele, soltei um gemido ao sentir aquela dor aguda abrir-me o pulso, fi-la deslizar até meio do mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       O sangue escorria rapidamente misturando-se com a água. A pequena lâmina escorregou-me da mão porque eu já não tinha força para a segurar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Morrer era fácil, viver era mais difícil! Os meus olhos começaram a pesar e sentia frio. Era difícil manter os olhos abertos o meu coração já não batia como há horas atrás, agora batia num ritmo lento, muito lento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Tossi sangue, o que me fez queimar a garganta. Já não tinha força para chorar mais, aquele era o fim de algo que não teve inicio e foi nesse momento que senti e ouvi&amp;hellip; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- CAROLINAA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Ouviu chamar o meu nome, o meu sonho estava concretizado, já ninguém mo podia tirar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;       Ele puxava-me para fora de água e enrolava uma toalha a volta do meu pulso. &lt;i&gt;Mas era tarde! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Consegui ver que os seus lindos olhos cor de avelã, ostentavam gordas lágrimas que corriam por minha causa. Tentei levantar a mão para lhe acariciar o rosto, mas não consegui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Porquê Carolina, porquê? &amp;ndash; Perguntava-me ele. Ele estava a sofrer, podia vê-lo nos seus olhos. Ele estava a sofrer por minha causa, não era justo, eu não queria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Por ti, Tom! Por ti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Os meus olhos fecharam-se por completo! Tinha acabado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Nenhuma dor superficial supera a dor da alma, e foi essa que me fez sofrer. Tudo tinha acabado em bem, penso eu. Eu não ia sofrer&amp;hellip;nunca mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;      Para mim foi fácil morrer, o difícil foi ter vivido sem ti&amp;hellip; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tom Kaulitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:613</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/613.html"/>
    <issued>2009-05-26T20:58:33</issued>
    <title>O que é a dor afinal?</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T20:10:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T20:10:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A dor sem mais demoras é um sentimento que 100% da populaçao sofre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela existe para se propagar no nosso corpo e nos matar por dentro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mais normal, é sofreres por amor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse talvez seja a pior dor que pondes senti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque te sentes a morrer, sentes-te sozinha, sentes-te maguada com a vida e tambem farta dela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E a seguir a isso vem ao que muitos chamam &amp;quot; suicidio &amp;quot; mas eu chamo &amp;quot; livrarmo-nos da dor&amp;quot;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A dor esmaga todos os teus sonhos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos os teus momentos, toda a tua vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A dor faz-nos sentir inferiores, deprimidos e ate mortos por dentro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parece que o nosso coraçao ja nao bate mais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arranjas sempre um tema para te tentares abestraires da dor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas nunca arranjas um motivo para conseguir esquece-la.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ha quem escreverá a historia da sua dor, da historia que fez com que a dor nos apoderou a alma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficamos com a alma negra, devido aquele aperto, aquele aperto que nos magoa tanto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abstrais-te num silencio profundo, e ate quase uma ausencia, como a ausencia daquele ou daquela que te fez ficar assim....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afinal...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que é a dor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:blogs.sapo.pt:atom1:iamheartless:468</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamheartless.blogs.sapo.pt/468.html"/>
    <issued>2009-05-25T19:54:57</issued>
    <title>Serás?</title>
    <published>2009-05-25T18:57:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-25T20:40:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;É um sentimento estranho. Mas &lt;i&gt;bom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;É bastante difícil de explicar o que aquele sentimento quer dizer, tanto te sentes bem como de repente te sentes mal&amp;hellip; tudo por causa &lt;i&gt;dele!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Não sabes o que ele pensa de ti, não sabes o que ele sente. Sabes que ele gosta de te ouvir falar e odeia quando te mandas a baixo a ti mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Mas quem te diz que esse sentimento é sincero? Quem te garante que tudo o que ele é não é apenas uma mascara? &lt;i&gt;Ninguém!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Desconfias que ele não é igual aos outros, mas ninguém te garante o contrario!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Talvez os amigos dele tenham razão, ele pode não ser igual aos outros&amp;hellip; mas há sempre o &lt;i&gt;se sim &lt;/i&gt;e o &lt;i&gt;se não&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Sabes que tens um sentimento especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Talvez não chegue a significar nada, talvez só mais uma daquelas atracções malucas&amp;hellip; Mas quem te garante que nunca haverá algo mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Não sabes! Talvez um dia consigas decifrar esse tal sentimento estranho&amp;hellip; talvez não o consigas decifrar nunca&amp;hellip; mas nada é impossível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Basta termos força de vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Mas claro, o medo que nos assombra permanecera sempre lá:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo; Será que ele vai deixar de me falar? &amp;ldquo;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;ldquo; será que vai gozar comigo pela minha maneira física? &amp;ldquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Tudo se baseia em &lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;Serás&amp;gt;&amp;gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Terás sempre aquele medo de ele não estar a ser sincero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;E se isso acontecer&amp;hellip; iras ficar partida em bocados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Por ele não gostar de ti pela tua forma de ser, mas sim pelo teu aspecto físico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Ira ser cruel, desumano e principalmente doloroso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia"&gt;Mas tudo há-de passar! Ou será que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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