<?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-6240233374748871492</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:06:14.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5uicid3xgirl</title><subtitle type='html'>O amor, quando não é correspondido dói. Dói muito. Porém, ainda assim, não deixa de ser gostoso senti-lo, pois temos uma razão maior de viver e um sentido verdadeiro para sonhar, e que nunca te falte amor... e , se faltar, sabes onde encontrar-me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-8743802326282057430</id><published>2011-02-15T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:19:37.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar-te é...</title><content type='html'>Amar-te é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma necessidade,&lt;br /&gt;Uma luta constante,&lt;br /&gt;É dar ouvidos ao coração,&lt;br /&gt;É sentir-me completa,&lt;br /&gt;É não ter medo de arricar,&lt;br /&gt;É desejar-te tanto como desejo a própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de te amar tanto,&lt;br /&gt;É difícil querer-te e não te poder ter,&lt;br /&gt;É difícil sentir-me completa quando passamos cada vez menos tempo juntos,&lt;br /&gt;É difícil a hora da partida,&lt;br /&gt;Dói cada vez mais este vazio que deixas em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que me amas! não duvido,&lt;br /&gt;Mas amar só não chega, é preciso demostrá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Não ao Mundo, mas a mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- Não desistas de mim, não vou desistir de ti. C0l!8r!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-8743802326282057430?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8743802326282057430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/amar-te-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/8743802326282057430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/8743802326282057430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/amar-te-e.html' title='Amar-te é...'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-839186757580478002</id><published>2010-01-16T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:49:44.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/S1G1yUIolyI/AAAAAAAAACw/TelEd1krUSo/s1600-h/images[60].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427318901961168674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/S1G1yUIolyI/AAAAAAAAACw/TelEd1krUSo/s320/images%5B60%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solidão que me atormentas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meio da multidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que trazes contigo a tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que levo no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se a tristeza que me trazes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fosse alegria de viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teria vida eterna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois sinto-me só a valer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-839186757580478002?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/839186757580478002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/solidao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/839186757580478002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/839186757580478002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/S1G1yUIolyI/AAAAAAAAACw/TelEd1krUSo/s72-c/images%5B60%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-1167892236993744451</id><published>2009-11-04T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:24:53.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto saudades de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto tanto a tua falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No silêncio angustiante desta noite sem fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meu peito uma tristeza que mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto uma enorme vontade de chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma louca vontade de gritar o teu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De sentir a tua presença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O toque das tuas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tocar o teu rosto com carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto uma mão gigante que me aperta o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque hoje faltas-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas sei que amei e fui amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que dei e recebi todo o carinho esperado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que construímos um sentimento quem nem a perda poderá apagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este sentimento transcende no espaço e no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se limita ao contacto fisico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Torna-se parte de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mpregnado nas nossas almas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos confortando nos dias difíceis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sendo cúmplices das nossas vitórias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Norteando a nossa conduta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fazendo sentir-nos eternamente felizes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque que agente ama não morre, apenas parte antes de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-1167892236993744451?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1167892236993744451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/1167892236993744451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/1167892236993744451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-3535572212399648507</id><published>2009-11-04T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:07:21.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugar Vago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vagueando pela noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem saber o caminho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procuro um lugar vago,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra por o meu carrinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andando de rua em rua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem saber onde o vou por, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começo a stressar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual foi a tua oh estupor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volta aqui, volta acolá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um lugar eu encontrei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sai do carro oh estupor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marca o lugar que eu encontrei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente estacionei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já estava a desesperar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contente eu fiquei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pra feira fui passear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicado a ALLEINE ZU ZWEIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-3535572212399648507?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3535572212399648507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/lugar-vago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/3535572212399648507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/3535572212399648507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/lugar-vago.html' title='Lugar Vago'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-2949654801042259478</id><published>2009-10-31T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:14:25.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Escrevo estas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;não para me despedir de ti,&lt;br /&gt;mas para atenuar o vazio que em mim fico.&lt;br /&gt;Pois a tua memoria ficará para sempre no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje perdi uma AVÓ, uma Mãe, uma Amiga,&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que ganhei um anjo da guarda,&lt;br /&gt;e que estarás sempre a olhar por mim, esteja eu onde estiver,&lt;br /&gt;pois estarás para sempre no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Para trás ficaram, as palmadas bem merecidas,&lt;br /&gt;os serões em que riamos até não poder mais,&lt;br /&gt;o consolo que me davas quando algo corria mal,&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos que ainda tinhamos planeados...&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa ficou para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje olho para o futuro com um enorme vazio,&lt;br /&gt;uma enorme saudade,&lt;br /&gt;pois vou sentir a falta do teu carinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;do teu abraço, do teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;vou sentir acima de tudo a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que saibas, estejas tu onde estiveres,&lt;br /&gt;que te AMO muito do fundo do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;e que jamais te esquecerei,&lt;br /&gt;bem como todos os momentos inesqueciveis que passamos juntas.&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida as vezes é madrasta,&lt;br /&gt;e se há coisa nesta vida que não escolhemos é a familia e a doença,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me previligiada por ser tua neta,&lt;br /&gt;mas a doença foi mais forte e levou-te para longe de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Doeu muito ver-te partir,&lt;br /&gt;Doeu muito a despedida,&lt;br /&gt;Doi muito a tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Mas amanhã é um novo amanhecer para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;e vou manter a tua memória bem viva,&lt;br /&gt;realizando todos os sonhos que ainda tinhamos por realizar,&lt;br /&gt;vou faze-lo por ti, por mim, por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Um muito obrigado por todos os valores que me incutistes,&lt;br /&gt;Um muito obrigado por teres feito de mim a pessoa que sou hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Um muito obrigado por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Um muito obrigado AVÓ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morremos um pouco cada vez que perdemos um ente querido, parte de mim morreu contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor é Amor&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é Lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um abraço, desta que jamais te esquecerá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(06/01/1935---28/10/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-2949654801042259478?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2949654801042259478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/escrevo-estas-palavras-nao-para-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/2949654801042259478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/2949654801042259478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/escrevo-estas-palavras-nao-para-me.html' title=''/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-5199495306516541087</id><published>2009-04-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:40:20.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/SeJ7bbGwudI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6G0UNDKG_Rk/s1600-h/solidao%20das%20arvores%20secas[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323953420568148434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/SeJ7bbGwudI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6G0UNDKG_Rk/s320/solidao%2520das%2520arvores%2520secas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes pensei em deixar tudo para trás, em busca de sonhos, de aventuras, em busca do imaginario, e do infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes chorei de tristeza, de alegria, de saudades, de medo, e de revolta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes pedi um sinal, um abraço, um carinho, um beijo, um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes me isolei, com medo de falar, com sentimentos de culpa, a contemplar o luar, ou simplesmente para chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes mais eu preciso de dizer que é contigo que quero ficar, viver aventuras, chorar de alegria, sentir o teu carinho, e juntos contemplar o luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-5199495306516541087?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5199495306516541087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/quantas-vezes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/5199495306516541087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/5199495306516541087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/quantas-vezes.html' title='Quantas vezes...'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/SeJ7bbGwudI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6G0UNDKG_Rk/s72-c/solidao%2520das%2520arvores%2520secas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-2534412647074301116</id><published>2009-04-06T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:19:38.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/Sdp-z2AVBXI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqVF4uag9jI/s1600-h/images[6].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321705338826982770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/Sdp-z2AVBXI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqVF4uag9jI/s320/images%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamais esquecerei aquela noite, em que te&lt;br /&gt;tive só para mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Debaixo do céu estrelado, ali&lt;br /&gt;ficamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocares-me onde ninguem mais toca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijares-me onde ninguem antes&lt;br /&gt;beijou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter-te assim colado a mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Amando o teu corpo inteiro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Namorar, sentir o teu cheiro sem ter&lt;br /&gt;pressa de acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo parecia ter&lt;br /&gt;parado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;E ali ficamos ate de madrugada de mãos&lt;br /&gt;dadas no escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eu sei que foi só uma noite, mas essa&lt;br /&gt;lembrança deixou saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hoje a saudade voltou a apertar, pois&lt;br /&gt;quero ter-te de novo agarrado em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero-te agora, só para&lt;br /&gt;mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aquela noite. Oh! Que&lt;br /&gt;saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-2534412647074301116?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2534412647074301116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/aquela-noite.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/2534412647074301116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/2534412647074301116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/aquela-noite.html' title='Aquela noite'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/Sdp-z2AVBXI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqVF4uag9jI/s72-c/images%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-897619498037351526</id><published>2009-03-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:19:35.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScmGnTbJafI/AAAAAAAAABg/pz48gYnLnB4/s1600-h/images[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316928844874738162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScmGnTbJafI/AAAAAAAAABg/pz48gYnLnB4/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas caem do meu peito, e acabam a teus pés, subi tão alto para agora chegar aqui e cair, cair. Ontem compartilhava-mos sorrisos e lágrimas, risadas e cumplicidades...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apenas a distancia, a saudade, a cada dia nos perdemos um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos trocando só lembranças, isto é, se conseguir ser lembranças, pois já estamos no meio do nada, não há volta a dar.&lt;br /&gt;Se fossemos capazes de saber quando e onde nos voltaremos a encontrar, a nossa despedida seria mais terna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-897619498037351526?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/897619498037351526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lagrimas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/897619498037351526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/897619498037351526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lagrimas.html' title='Lagrimas'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScmGnTbJafI/AAAAAAAAABg/pz48gYnLnB4/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240233374748871492.post-3697302825271286754</id><published>2009-03-22T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:44:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor impossivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScYqBXRYMhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P-UGATJnNkA/s1600-h/images%5B59%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScYqBXRYMhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P-UGATJnNkA/s320/images%5B59%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315982613072589330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sonhei contigo, da mesma maneira que o faço das outras noites...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parecia real, os nossos corpos explodindo de prazer, unidos um só, como se não ouve-se um novo amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parecia ter parado so para nós dois, onde o pecado deixaria de ser pecado, e aquilo que chamava-mos pecado nos outros passou a ser, em nós, a experiência, o desejo a luxuria.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo não passou de um sonho, onde o desejo de o realizar é iminente, embora esta paixão seja impossivel,  pois cada um fez as suas escolhas.&lt;br /&gt;Não nego que te desejo, mas enquanto o coração te deseja a imaginação conserva ilusões...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240233374748871492-3697302825271286754?l=5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3697302825271286754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-impossivel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/3697302825271286754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240233374748871492/posts/default/3697302825271286754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5uicid3xgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-impossivel.html' title='Amor impossivel'/><author><name>suicide.girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03745347240930138056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScfCCaxtzZI/AAAAAAAAABA/t9qgHCBaXVk/S220/a%2520lua-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xhn-R0DvA50/ScYqBXRYMhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/P-UGATJnNkA/s72-c/images%5B59%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
