<?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-5706632216673642182</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:45:19.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lento Sonho Doce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-740205398235548185</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:38:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1-Eu já fui... 2-Eu já comi... 3-Eu já quis... 4-Eu escutava... 5-Eu gostava... 6-Eu odiava... 7- Eu tinha... 8-Eu decepcionei... 9-Eu optei... 10-Eu errei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;1- Eu já fui trevosinha heauea&lt;br /&gt;2- Eu já comi carne [parei faz tempo]&lt;br /&gt;3- Eu já quis fugir pra uma comunidade hippie na Bahia quando eu tinha 11 anos.&lt;br /&gt;4- Eu escutava sertanejo com a empregada quando eu era beem criança. Mas fui apresentada pra Janis com 5 anos e minha vida mudou!&lt;br /&gt;6- Eu odiava o mundo, praticamente, no início da adolescência. Mas tive alguns motivos.&lt;br /&gt;7- Eu tinha um carro da Barbie, cor de rosa, que era de pedalar. Foi meu brinquedo mais legal. Óbvio, né...&lt;br /&gt;8- Eu decepcionei minha mãe quando me recusei a continuar indo na igreja com ela.&lt;br /&gt;9- Eu optei por lutar por meus direitos e não viver uma vida dupla, às escondidas.&lt;br /&gt;10- Eu errei quando não deixei que me tirassem da 1ª série para entrar direto na 3ª pq eu não me dava com um menino de lá. Se eu tivesse ido, talvez muita coisa fosse diferente hoje em dia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-740205398235548185?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/740205398235548185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=740205398235548185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/740205398235548185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/740205398235548185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-eu-ja-fui-2-eu-ja-comi-3-eu-ja-quis-4.html' title='1-Eu já fui... 2-Eu já comi... 3-Eu já quis... 4-Eu escutava... 5-Eu gostava... 6-Eu odiava... 7- Eu tinha... 8-Eu decepcionei... 9-Eu optei... 10-Eu errei.'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-6527322227446176914</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:38:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ oxıɐq ɐɹd ɐçǝqɐɔ ǝp ɐʇunƃɹǝd ɐɯn ɯɐɹǝzıɟ ǝʇ ɐɾ ɐıp ɯnƃlɐ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;agora já... heuaiheuiai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-6527322227446176914?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/6527322227446176914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=6527322227446176914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/6527322227446176914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/6527322227446176914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/04/oxq-d-cq-p-und-n-z-p-nl.html' title='¿ oxıɐq ɐɹd ɐçǝqɐɔ ǝp ɐʇunƃɹǝd ɐɯn ɯɐɹǝzıɟ ǝʇ ɐɾ ɐıp ɯnƃlɐ'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-5598404087116191427</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:38:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual a origem do teu apelido? Deico...acho que é esse...kkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-5598404087116191427?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/5598404087116191427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=5598404087116191427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/5598404087116191427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/5598404087116191427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/04/qual-origem-do-teu-apelido-deicoacho.html' title='Qual a origem do teu apelido? Deico...acho que é esse...kkkkk'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-4623191944470965233</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:38:11.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muito estilosa ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;obrigada ehauheua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-4623191944470965233?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4623191944470965233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=4623191944470965233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4623191944470965233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4623191944470965233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/04/muito-estilosa-d.html' title='muito estilosa ;D'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-2772172948534624230</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:38:09.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comprometida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;sim!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-2772172948534624230?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2772172948534624230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=2772172948534624230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/2772172948534624230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/2772172948534624230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/04/comprometida.html' title='comprometida?'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8705984173241526562</id><published>2010-02-26T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:20:15.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Tá, essa vai ser fútil afú!Já imaginou mil e uma roupas pro casamento?? que tu tem em mente baby? aliás, a cerimônia em si... como vai ser o clima?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;A gente pretende casar no Psicodália... flores, música, mó climão de paz =] o que eu vou vestir eu n sei, o que me der vontade perto da hora, é muito cedo pra saber, mas algo confortável =] tudo pra que o que prevaleça o amor e a ternura. que seja bonito, mas não só de olhar, bonito de sentir e participar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-8705984173241526562?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8705984173241526562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8705984173241526562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8705984173241526562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8705984173241526562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_26.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8046536144310380882</id><published>2010-02-03T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:22:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Qual foi o melhor show que você já assistiu?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Entre o último show da Cássia Eller em Porto Alegre com o Nando Reis e o Xis, e o show do Noblesse Oblige no Festival Décalage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/acidpink"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-8046536144310380882?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8046536144310380882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8046536144310380882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8046536144310380882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8046536144310380882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8835658571150968010</id><published>2009-08-05T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:25:29.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Homofobia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Agora é a vez de transformar a campanha no assunto mais falado do Twitter.( Publicado no site Do Lado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A campanha “Não Homofobia” continua crescendo e ganhando força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Após uma imensa divulgação por blogs, sites, paradas do orgulho LGBT e o mais recente vídeo para televisão e internet, chegou a vez da rede social Twitter receber a campanha para criminalizar a homofobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No dia 5 de Agosto, às 12h (meio-dia), coloque a palavra Não Homofobia entre os trending topics (TT) – relação de assuntos mais comentados do Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Para participar, basta inserir o seguinte texto em sua mensagem: #NaoHomofobia. A campanha está sendo divulgada através do Twitter oficial do Não Homofobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E você – já assinou o abaixo-assinado para ajudar na criminalização da homofobia no Brasil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Acesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="https://www.naohomofobia.com.br/home/index.php"&gt;http://www.naohomofobia.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;, assine e divulgue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.dolado.com.br/noticias/dia-5-de-agosto-diga-naohomofobia-no-twitter.html"&gt;Do Lado&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/5706632216673642182-8835658571150968010?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8835658571150968010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8835658571150968010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8835658571150968010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8835658571150968010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-homofobia.html' title='Não Homofobia!'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-4359843697369624320</id><published>2009-08-04T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:34:16.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short sleeves / Manga curta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yRbI3tesoxs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yRbI3tesoxs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muito Bom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-4359843697369624320?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4359843697369624320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=4359843697369624320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4359843697369624320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4359843697369624320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-sleeves-manga-curta.html' title='Short sleeves / Manga curta'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8662363601600100137</id><published>2009-07-31T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:03:59.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SnOUC2cypaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lrGy035gT2Y/s1600-h/1-nao+homofobia+orkut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SnOUC2cypaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lrGy035gT2Y/s400/1-nao+homofobia+orkut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364794357825316258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Poster feito por Jéssica Albuquerque]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5xXjlfFSFE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5xXjlfFSFE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote!!&lt;br /&gt;WWW.NAOHOMOFOBIA.COM.BR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-8662363601600100137?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8662363601600100137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8662363601600100137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8662363601600100137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8662363601600100137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/07/poster-feito-por-jessica-albuquerque.html' title=''/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SnOUC2cypaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lrGy035gT2Y/s72-c/1-nao+homofobia+orkut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-7083041587608691588</id><published>2009-06-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:20:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um anjo. Meu anjo me faz voar, me leva pra passear nas alturas. Me mostrou o mundo de outras maneiras, me fez amar a vida, me fez feliz. Meu anjo cuida de mim, e, ao mesmo tempo, é por mim cuidado. Meu anjo me tornou dependente dele, mas uma dependência boa, bonita. Meu anjo me pega pela mão e me leva pra todos os lugares mais perfeitos. Todos são perfeitos quando ao seu lado. Meu anjo me dá o céu na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, vermelhinha! 8 meses oficiais : D Melhores 8 meses da minha vida. Quase 9, já.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada porme fazer tão feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-7083041587608691588?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/7083041587608691588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=7083041587608691588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/7083041587608691588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/7083041587608691588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-tenho-um-anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8240477450272874023</id><published>2009-03-31T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:29:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cérebro masculino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cérebro Masculino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo um teste que saiu na revista época, meu cérebro é masculino.&lt;br /&gt;Se pensar na lógica do teste, faz mesmo sentido. E não acho que tenha nada a ver com homosexualidade ou heterosexualidade, é apenas sobre nossa maneira de agir.&lt;br /&gt;E eu me identifico bem mais com alguns amigos que conheço que amigas em relação ao que é abordado no teste. Hehe. Que se vai fazer?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SdHTZhYlKdI/AAAAAAAAATg/ASv8szd69hI/s1600-h/meu+c%C3%A9rebro.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SdHTZhYlKdI/AAAAAAAAATg/ASv8szd69hI/s400/meu+c%C3%A9rebro.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319265070312925650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam o teste lá =]&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Revista/Epoca/0,,EMI65446-15224,00-QUAL+E+O+SEXO+DO+SEU+CEREBRO.html"&gt;Site da Época&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-8240477450272874023?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8240477450272874023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8240477450272874023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8240477450272874023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8240477450272874023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/03/cerebro-masculino.html' title='Cérebro masculino'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SdHTZhYlKdI/AAAAAAAAATg/ASv8szd69hI/s72-c/meu+c%C3%A9rebro.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8177501764344568840</id><published>2009-03-30T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:58:36.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protesto APCM dia 01/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgULFcx0v1k/ScA7LxqmOBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNBgbQO13NE/s320/apcm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgULFcx0v1k/ScA7LxqmOBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNBgbQO13NE/s320/apcm.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A comunidade Discografias foi criada há alguns anos, com o objetivo de trocar cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A comunidade tinha o benefício de fazer com que pessoas pudessem encontrar os links que já existem na internet, e baixassem para ouvir em seu computador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por meio dela, muitos conheceram novos artistas, novas bandas, o que até pouco tempo era privilégio apenas de grandes centros urbanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um artista tem seu trabalho reconhecido no show. Lá o público comparece por valorizar o trabalho dos artistas que amam. Reconhecemos o trabalho das gravadoras. Vendam seu serviço, mas não queiram ser sustentados eternamente pelo trabalho de outros. Isso sim, é que não é justo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora será crime dizer "escute essa música que me lembra você" e mandar o link?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proíbam as rádios de tocar, os computadores de tocar mp3 e os instrumentos de tocar melodias já registradas. Monopolizem a música e deixem-na para quem pode pagar centenas por um cd. Depois disso, se preocupem com as pessoas que divulgam fotos de pedofilia, diminuam a violência, a pobreza, porque isso é menos importante, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É pela tecnologia que nos ofertaram é que nos querem incriminar. Sim, TODOS NÓS, porque todos usamos mp3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muito mais que 1 milhão de pessoas trocam arquivos pela internet. Se você tem consciência de que é parte nesse processo, porque provavelmente também escuta mp3, baixa anime ou livros pela net, participe deste protesto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Dia 01/04/09, troque sua foto do perfil por esta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.orkut.com/images/mittel/1233583847/54570232/ln.jpg"&gt;http://img1.orkut.com/images/mittel&lt;wbr&gt;/1233583847/54570232/ln.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Divulgue para seus amigos e comunidades.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Escreva para a APCM e para o Senador Eduardo Azeredo, do PSDB, responsável por um projeto de lei que incriminará o ato de distribuir conteúdo pela internet sem prévia autorização com pena de reclusão de 1 a 3 anos e multa.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fizer downloads de animes, mp3, vídeos, apostilas vc poderá ser preso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Participem do protesto nacional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 01/04/09,troque sua foto do perfil e visite o blog. Comente no post que será publicado no dia. Vamos colocar um contador de visitas para demonstrar nossa força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://discografiaslives.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;VISITE VISITE VISITE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-8177501764344568840?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8177501764344568840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8177501764344568840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8177501764344568840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8177501764344568840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/03/protesto-apcm-dia-0104.html' title='Protesto APCM dia 01/04'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgULFcx0v1k/ScA7LxqmOBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNBgbQO13NE/s72-c/apcm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-8480700368900938218</id><published>2009-03-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:27:31.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dragover="true"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            Como eu estava ao teu lado no dia em que li teu último post, acabei não comentando por minha primeira reação ter sido te apertar contra mim e te sentir entre meus braços. Agora aproveito para dizer aqui que tudo o que fazes, o pq o fazes, é refletido em mim. Tudo que saiu de mim é pra ti também. Toda minha vida é pra ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todo meu agora e todo meu depois. O antes foi apenas uma pré existência. Um antes do viver. Uma introdução meio a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;marga, talvez para balancear minha vida, para que não fosse apenas doce demais como é hoje. Equilíbrio. Completamente imperfeito, pois não há amargura ou azedume o suficiente a ponto de chegar perto do quão doce fazes meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;         Sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;que me repito, mas não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;há outra maneira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt; dizer, a não ser te deixar saber o quão bom é te ter ao meu lado, te agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SdCyTVVGpNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9B3Om1Hb0IU/s320/_0_eu+e+nina_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SdCyTVVGpNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9B3Om1Hb0IU/s320/_0_eu+e+nina_2.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt; por permanecer sempre aqui. Junto comigo. Dentro do meu peito. E em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt; volta dele. E por enforcar a monotonia, afugentar a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;steza, acabar com a solidão. Por me trazer as luzes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;, as cores, os sorrisos. O amor.&lt;br /&gt; E tudo que quero te dizer é que vivo cegamente pra ti. E isso me deixa feliz. Viver pra ti é a maior dádiva que eu poderia ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a desculpa pro portugês mal escrito: Não consigo dormir desde sábado de tarde. E dentro de 3:30 já será &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;segunda-feira de tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo. Demais. Com todas as forças. Pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Secos e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Molhados - De Mim Pra Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true"  &gt;&lt;blockquote dragover="true"&gt;Juro que nunca falaram de mim pra você&lt;br /&gt;Nunca do jeito que todos deviam saber&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" dragover="true"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span dragover="true"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/3359/marina402467a00d7e7web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 141px;" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/3359/marina402467a00d7e7web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Sempre daqueles que dizem que não tem nada a ver&lt;br /&gt;Como de resto puder entender o que vem a ser&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa no estilo de ver pra crer&lt;br /&gt;Quando aquilo que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;É naquilo que aposto&lt;br /&gt;E do lado oposto desenho o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Vai me matar de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Rindo, e é só o que pode haver&lt;br /&gt;Indo, de mim pra você, de mim pra você, de mim&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-8480700368900938218?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/8480700368900938218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=8480700368900938218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8480700368900938218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/8480700368900938218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-eu-estava-ao-teu-lado-no-dia-em.html' title=''/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SdCyTVVGpNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9B3Om1Hb0IU/s72-c/_0_eu+e+nina_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-4370972625818350655</id><published>2009-01-13T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:04:22.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há como negar...ela é minha vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SW1VzOKUYEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_e8wW87yfp0/s1600-h/Peace5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979475693264962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SW1VzOKUYEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_e8wW87yfp0/s320/Peace5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Peguei-me pensando no quanto é bom estar com ela, sentindo-me protegida dentro de seus braços, tentando protegê-la de qualquer pessoa, aflição, dor... De qualquer piada de mau-gosto, dessas que a vida nos prega.Peguei-me pensando na dor que a ausência dela me causa. No vazio que parece se instalar quando ela não está perto. Mas dei-me conta de quem não há vazio algum. É apenas a saudade que bate com tudo, dilascerando o peito, arrebentando o coração. Mas é, ao mesmo tempo, gostoso. É gostoso sentir essa dor, mas sabendo que ela virá logo. Sabendo que essa dor vai passar, assim que pousar meu olhar em seus olhos. Assim que envolvê-la com meus braços. Sentir seu perfume e tocar seus lábios com os meus. E beijá-la lentamente. Demoradamente. Saboreando o melhor beijo do mundo. A boca mais doce e macia.Essa dor causada pela ausência vale a pena. Vale muito a pena. Pois nada me causa maior bem-estar que tê-la comigo. A ponto de não achar a dor suficiente para equilibrar a balança. Mas não sou tão louca a ponto de reclamar. Talvez o tempo me cobre. Talvez pare e me diga que está na hora de pagar toda a felicidade que me foi proporcionada. Mas não tenho medo do tento, ou do futuro, ou de qualquer ponto da vida. Não há por que temer. Se a terei ainda envolta em meus braços, que nunca cansarão de segurá-la. Se ainda a terei em minha vida, me fazendo sorrir, me fazendo ser feliz, e me fazendo viver, como vivi a partir do momento em que a conheci. E espero apenas, que a ela seja por mim proporcionado tudo de volta. Que eu a faça sorrir pra sempre. Que eu a faça feliz pra sempre. Que eu a faça viver pra sempre. E que sejamos, não importa se duas velhinhas dos gatos, duas velhinhas solitárias, ou duas velhinhas cheias de vida e amigos, sempre por aí, mas que sejamos sempre duas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-4370972625818350655?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4370972625818350655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=4370972625818350655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4370972625818350655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4370972625818350655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-h-como-negarela-minha-vida.html' title='Não há como negar...ela é minha vida.'/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SW1VzOKUYEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_e8wW87yfp0/s72-c/Peace5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-4118378605605626337</id><published>2008-11-20T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:49:53.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.culturafm.gauchinho.com/festival/cartaz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 673px;" src="http://www.culturafm.gauchinho.com/festival/cartaz1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SÁBADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:00 Variant 69 - Marau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:40 Organix - Caxias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:20 The Trash – Lagoa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:00 Maniacs – Nova Bassano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:40 Triviality - Guaporé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:20 Thunder Force – Passo Fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:00 Banda On Time- Serafina Corrêa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:40 Capangas - Marau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:20 Mister Crazy – Serafina Corrêa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:00 Malucos Mimordão – Caxias do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:40 Freddie Pigmeu – David Canabarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:20 Vagabundos Iluminados – Caxias do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:00 Baby Liss – Nova Prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:40 Ospiegas – Porto Alegre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:20 Banda do Talha - Paraí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01:00 Pindorália – Caxias do Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:40 Lustrando os Trastes – Caxias do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02:20 Magic Mountain – Porto Alegre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOMINGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:40 Pêssegos e Flechas - Casca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:20 Men in Blues - Veranópolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:00 Carburador – Serafina Corrêa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:40 Slaughterfleshcult – Passo Fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:20 Green Van Peixe – Caxias do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:00 Orbitantes – Passo Fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:40 Ladrões de Diamantes - Caxias do Sul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-4118378605605626337?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/4118378605605626337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=4118378605605626337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4118378605605626337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/4118378605605626337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2008/11/sbado-1500-variant-69-marau-1540.html' title=''/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5706632216673642182.post-2871549399605960649</id><published>2008-11-18T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:39:34.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SSN8KRc0xiI/AAAAAAAAALc/0THZNM1LJU8/s1600-h/gds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SSN8KRc0xiI/AAAAAAAAALc/0THZNM1LJU8/s320/gds.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270192504878450210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Já passava das 5 horas daquela manhã quente. O Sol ameaçava subir e iluminar a face da Terra por entre as nuvens brancas que pendiam do vasto azul claro do céu. Chegávamos em casa, embriagadas, tentando acertar a chave no minúsculo buraco da maçaneta. Nem tomei conhecimento do dia bonito que estava pra nascer, apenas teu rosto, branco como a lua, prendia minha atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Com esforço, abri a porta. Entramos. E a fechei com a perna, por ter as mãos em volta do teu corpo quente, vacilante. O quarto parecia tão longe quanto a linda Paris que tanto te encanta. Não podia esperar até chegar a ele. Meu corpo, involuntariamente, te joga para o sofá - não, definitivamente não podia chegar ao quarto - e caía junto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        Tua boca, doce oásis em meio ao calor que de nós fluía, juntava-se à minha, e nossas línguas dançavam um tango urgente de veludo molhado. Nossas mãos corriam com pressa por nossos corpos, caminhos conhecidos, mas sempre desafiadores e cada vez melhores. Até que meus dedos, temerosos, encontram tua outra boca, ainda mais úmida e aconchegante. Te ouço suspirando mais forte e essa vontade aumenta ainda mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Movimento a mão cada vez mais rápido e teus suspiros se tornam gemidos, cada vez mais altos e excitantes. Teu corpo treme embaixo do meu e tua boca se abre, enqaunto me olhas por entre teus olhos semicerrados e revirados e abraço tua coluna arqueada e tua umidez escapando por entre meus dedos, enquanto me beijas freneticamente como se tentasse encontrar em mim teu fôlego, sendo que eu mesma não encontrava mais o meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        O Sol, então, invade a sala pelas frestas da janela fechada - como sempre- e banha nossos corpos e nossos rostos. E arfamos juntas até o momento de cairmos no sono, para repetir a dose na próxima noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[escrito dia 04/11/08, depois de um sarau perfeito, entre amigos, do ladinho dela.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5706632216673642182-2871549399605960649?l=lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/feeds/2871549399605960649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5706632216673642182&amp;postID=2871549399605960649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/2871549399605960649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5706632216673642182/posts/default/2871549399605960649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentosonhodoce.blogspot.com/2008/11/j-passava-das-5-horas-daquela-manh.html' title=''/><author><name>[P!NK_THAT]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16127551087639028138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SZkU1ZGJl9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvPYOHZMfdk/S220/_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQuXF-0mloE/SSN8KRc0xiI/AAAAAAAAALc/0THZNM1LJU8/s72-c/gds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
