<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940</id><updated>2009-02-20T18:39:34.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lista de desejos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-117634399339317699</id><published>2007-04-11T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:13:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>Estou com a ligeira impressão de que virei adulta, de uma vez por todas.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a gostar mais de ficar em casa do que estar no meio do mundo. Pode parecer loucura, mas nada melhor do que minha rede e meu paninho, depois de um dia de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar disso, eu estou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a fazer leituras diferentes das pessoas, só não consigo diminuir o rancor por algumas delas. Acho que ainda é mecanismo de defesa de quem já foi tão magoada.&lt;br /&gt;Chega!&lt;br /&gt;Hora de pensar que a vida está mudando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-117634399339317699?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/117634399339317699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=117634399339317699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117634399339317699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117634399339317699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2007/04/sensaes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-117574294403525963</id><published>2007-04-04T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:15:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho alta regeneração</title><content type='html'>A experiência está sendo legal. Foi um novo caminho que se abriu à minha porta. Não sei até quando vou conseguir levar, mas eu sei que tenho força o suficiente para enfrentar o que vier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não passo muito tempo me afogando. Tenho alta regeneração"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-117574294403525963?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/117574294403525963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=117574294403525963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117574294403525963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117574294403525963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2007/04/tenho-alta-regenerao.html' title='Tenho alta regeneração'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-117565232229236410</id><published>2007-04-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:05:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero minhs férias</title><content type='html'>Estou cansada e me sentindo sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim tem uma inquietação tão grande...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que passe logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não passo muito tempo me afogando, tenho alta regeneração". Hora de mentalizar isso mais do que nunca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-117565232229236410?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/117565232229236410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=117565232229236410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117565232229236410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117565232229236410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2007/04/eu-quero-minhs-frias.html' title='Eu quero minhs férias'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-117513310869299842</id><published>2007-03-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:51:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é que mudou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não acreditava que teria coragem para tomar decisões difíceis. O comodismo já havia tomado conta de kim há um tempão, mas eu não sou de esperar que o circo pegue fogo e que o mundo caia para eu juntar os caquinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Foram sete anos. É tempo com força. Sete anos de aprendizado em todos os sentidos. Só que tinha chegado a hora de pesar o que estava me deixando tão amarga e pesada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acreditava que essa hora nunca ia chegar - uma rotina de sete anos junto com quem me possibilitou os primeiros passos no mercado de trabalho. Fora isso, o dia-a-dia com minhas amizades que eu gosto tanto, as pessoas com quem eu dividia tudo, ficaria mais esporádico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomei uma decisão que mexeu demais comigo. Mudou tudo. Até a minha vida pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não sei se fiz o certo, se vou me arrepender, se vou ficar sem emprego daqui a uns meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só sei que sou movida à satisfação. E é isso que eu procuro sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se der errado, não há problema. "Eu não passo muito tempo me afogando. Tenho alta regeneração".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-117513310869299842?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/117513310869299842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=117513310869299842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117513310869299842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/117513310869299842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-que-mudou.html' title='Não é que mudou?'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-115866429112562525</id><published>2006-09-19T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:11:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não vou chorar, nem vou me arrepender</title><content type='html'>Não pensei que fosse me sentir outra vez daquele jeito.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha um vazio dentro de mim tão grande que eu não sabia como controlar. A raiva falou bem mais alto e eu, mais uma vez, não resisti a ela.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o pior momento da minha vida. Pode ter certeza. Em alguns minutos, eu vi tudo o que eu já vivi de melhor it embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-115866429112562525?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/115866429112562525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=115866429112562525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115866429112562525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115866429112562525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-vou-chorar-nem-vou-me-arrepender.html' title='Não vou chorar, nem vou me arrepender'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-115859936009738639</id><published>2006-09-18T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:09:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será mesmo?</title><content type='html'>Hoje a gente vai conversar&lt;br /&gt;Será mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita coisa para te dizer mas não sei nem por onde começar. Foi tanta coisa que aconteceu nesses últimos meses quem nem da para saber o que é prioridade ou não nessa história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que nós temos o direito de cobrar alguma coisa um do outro? Não sei o que pensar sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando nas últimas vezes que a gente se encontrou. Como vc foi frio, distante. E depois sumiu completamente. Como eu já disse. Preparada para isto eu já estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muito a lhe dizer mas estou disposta a te ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;O resultado, amigo blog, eu te conto amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-115859936009738639?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/115859936009738639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=115859936009738639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115859936009738639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115859936009738639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/09/ser-mesmo.html' title='Será mesmo?'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-115834669040192993</id><published>2006-09-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:58:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não faz isso</title><content type='html'>Por que você insiste em não deixar em paz, em me perseguir?&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, não dá para acreditar em uma palavra que vc diz. Acho que você não tem noção do quanto você me faz mal agindo dessa forma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-115834669040192993?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/115834669040192993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=115834669040192993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115834669040192993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115834669040192993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-faz-isso_15.html' title='Não faz isso'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-115824234434569473</id><published>2006-09-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:59:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu já estava preparada</title><content type='html'>Sim, desde que tudo isso começou eu já estava preparada para tudo. Para o desprezo, o sumiço, a cena, a desconfiança, a cobrança por algo que não existia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o dom de perceber tudo nos menores gestos e pequenas manifestações. Fiz todas as leituras de todos os cenários possíveis e cheguei à conclusão que eu já tinha certeza que estaria muito próxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, vc liga para dizer que está vivo e eu digo que estou mais viva do que nunca. Você diz que eu estou “armada”, com raiva e de cabeça quente e que não vai levar em consideração o que eu penso. Está na hora de você pensar da seguinte forma: eu não sou um livro que você leu, foi na estante, viu o título e resolveu ler outra vez. Nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou gente e nunca me propus a ser objeto de ninguém. Por favor, continue bem longe de mim porque eu estou muito bem assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-115824234434569473?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/115824234434569473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=115824234434569473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115824234434569473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115824234434569473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/09/eu-j-estava-preparada.html' title='Eu já estava preparada'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-115340306288218218</id><published>2006-07-20T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:44:22.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus amigos, minha família</title><content type='html'>Feliz Dia do Amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que o melhor que a gente pode cultivar nas pessoas próximas é o respeito e a confiança. Independente de onde estivermos ou em que fase da vida estejamos vivendo, aquelas pessoas que nós chamamos de amigos estarão prontas para ouvir o que temos a dizer, ajudar a crescer ou simplesmente dar um boa gargalhada juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nenhum exagero em dizer que os meus amigos são a minha família que eu escolhi. Sou uma privilegiada porque tenho muitos e não poucos amigos, como muita gente se orgulha em dizer.&lt;br /&gt;A última coisa que eu quero ter em menor quantidade é gente de confiança perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;De cada um de vocês eu procuro tirar algo de bom e que possa me completar. Acho que o segredo da vida está nisso: em estar ao lado de quem pode lhe ajudar a crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não digo isso a vocês todos os dias, seja por vergonha ou falta de tempo, esta é a melhor oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Família é quem você escolhe para você&lt;br /&gt;É quem você escolhe para viver&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa ter cota sangüínea&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um pouco mais de sintonia”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Dia do Amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amo vcs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-115340306288218218?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/115340306288218218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=115340306288218218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115340306288218218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115340306288218218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/07/meus-amigos-minha-famlia.html' title='Meus amigos, minha família'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-115280896967867535</id><published>2006-07-13T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:42:49.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ciclo que se fecha</title><content type='html'>Chegou a hora de recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;A acreditar que pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Melhor assim&lt;br /&gt;Tentar crescer&lt;br /&gt;Te deixar para depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia que passar&lt;br /&gt;Espero estar mais longe&lt;br /&gt;E você longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ciclo se fecha&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sinto que outro está para começar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-115280896967867535?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/115280896967867535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=115280896967867535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115280896967867535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/115280896967867535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/07/mais-um-ciclo-que-se-fecha.html' title='Mais um ciclo que se fecha'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114968886938753300</id><published>2006-06-07T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:30:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O autor do solo de piano dessa musica faleceu na terça, 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A melodia é uma das melhores do Rolling Stones. Pode ter certeza. Dá para sentir o clima dos anos 70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; GOT THE BLUES (M. Jagger/K. Richards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I stand by your flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get burned once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feelin' low down, I'm blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I sit by the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of your warm desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got the blues for you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every night you've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've sat down and I have prayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you're safe in the arms of a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who will bring you alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Won't drag you down with abuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the silk sheet of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will find peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is a bed full of blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've got the blues for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've got the blues for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll bust my brains out for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll tear my hair out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't believe what I'm singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well I'm singing my song for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114968886938753300?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114968886938753300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114968886938753300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114968886938753300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114968886938753300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-autor-do-solo-de-piano-dessa-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114903098441543622</id><published>2006-05-30T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:16:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo sobre nós</title><content type='html'>In you I can trust. It´s all about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say,&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust,&lt;br /&gt;You, me,&lt;br /&gt;We, us,&lt;br /&gt;So we'll fall,&lt;br /&gt;We must,&lt;br /&gt;Just you, me,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all about,&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us, all about us&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;All about us&lt;br /&gt;There's a theme that they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us, all about us&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;All about us&lt;br /&gt;Run away if we must&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;And no-one can touch (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;br /&gt;If they hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;They hurt me too,&lt;br /&gt;So we'll rise up,&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all about,&lt;br /&gt;It's all about,&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us, all about us&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;All about us&lt;br /&gt;There's a theme that they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us, all about us&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;All about us&lt;br /&gt;Run away if we must&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;And no-one can touch (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;br /&gt;They don't know,&lt;br /&gt;They can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Who we are,&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us,&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;There's a theme that they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us, all about us&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;All about us&lt;br /&gt;There's a theme that they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us, all about us&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, all about us&lt;br /&gt;All about us&lt;br /&gt;Run away if we must&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know (us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;And no-one can touch (It's all about us)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114903098441543622?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114903098441543622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114903098441543622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114903098441543622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114903098441543622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/05/tudo-sobre-ns.html' title='É tudo sobre nós'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114847409763828668</id><published>2006-05-24T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T05:34:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhe</title><content type='html'>Ontem (23) fui cobrir a posse de Fábio Nogueira no TCE. Nada contra ele e nada a favor. Mas um gesto me chamou a atenção. Antes de tomar posse, a primeira coisa que ele fez ao entrar no recineto foi dar um beijo na mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei das muitas vezes que eu queria estar com a minha. Das vezes em que eu queria ter chegado em casa e e ter dito "Oi, mãe, ´vamos conversar enquanto eu como tá?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114847409763828668?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114847409763828668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114847409763828668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114847409763828668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114847409763828668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/05/detalhe.html' title='Detalhe'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114780327387193561</id><published>2006-05-16T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:10:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Não passava pela a minha cabeça, mas foi massa poder te observar de longe. E melhor ainda de poder ver teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que a gente não espera por nada e a menor surpresa pode mudar tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114780327387193561?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114780327387193561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114780327387193561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114780327387193561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114780327387193561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114780307928514395</id><published>2006-05-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:11:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível esquecer delas IIII</title><content type='html'>Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo essa música. Ela só me lembra a minha amiga Carol e os bons momentos que a gente viveu. Muita diversão e só coisas boas para lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;I travel the world&lt;br /&gt;And the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up&lt;br /&gt;MOVIN' ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114780307928514395?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114780307928514395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114780307928514395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114780307928514395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114780307928514395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/05/impossvel-esquecer-delas-iiii.html' title='Impossível esquecer delas IIII'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114771185335050606</id><published>2006-05-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:50:53.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível esquecer delas II</title><content type='html'>Black - Em pleno Rio de Janeiro, na Praça da Apoteose, ouvindo o Pearl Jam tocá-la ao vivo. É lógico que eu estava ao lado de grandes amigos. Sim!!! Eu chorei no ombro de Mau e ainda ganhei um beijo de Eliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114771185335050606?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114771185335050606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114771185335050606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114771185335050606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114771185335050606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/05/impossvel-esquecer-delas-ii.html' title='Impossível esquecer delas II'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114627487049647361</id><published>2006-04-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:41:10.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É impossível esquecer delas</title><content type='html'>I´ll fly with you - Impossível não lembrar das noites em companhia de Carol, Paulo e Gil, depois de várias horas  dançando e voltando para casa depois de muitas gargalhadas. Até hoje ainda sinto um arrepio só de ouvir e de lembrar de tudo de bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction- Paulo Roberto dançando enloquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callifornia Dreamin´- Carolzinha (hoje casada!!) pulando na Fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girassol - Dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hino do Auto Esporte - "Auto, Autinho, Autão. Auto Esporte do meu coração". Das noites no Tribunal de Justiça Desportiva, cobrindo pautas de esporte para Expedito Madruga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114627487049647361?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114627487049647361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114627487049647361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114627487049647361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114627487049647361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/04/impossvel-esquecer-delas.html' title='É impossível esquecer delas'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114544567051089390</id><published>2006-04-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:21:10.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Compreendi que os nossos colegas de trabalho acabam se tornando pessoas de nossas famílias. Principalmente aqueles que estão mais interessados em lhe ajudar. Bom, foi assim com  Roelof Sá, que nos deixou na última terça, 18, vítima de câncer. Roe era o que se pode chamar de “figura”. Impossível não ouvir sua sonora gargalhada nos corredores do JP. Os motivos poderiam ser os mais variados, desde uma manchete criativa até uma piada besta na Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roe ria de tudo. Das nossas reclamações, das pautas absurdas que ele acabava de nos passar e de um texto bem construído e inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que convivi com ele foi muito pouco, infelizmente. Roe me fez entender o sentido de ser repórter, de apurar uma matéria bem, de fazer um texto simples, direto e claro. “Lívia, eu não entendi isso aqui. Você pode me explicar?” Era assim que ele falava comigo quando encontrava alguma coisa truncada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roe me deu conselhos, me mostrou caminhos e ajudou a entender que jornalismo vai além de ouvir os dois lados. Jornalismo é uma questão de visão, de compreensão. E isso Roe tinha demais. Tinha tanto que soube nos ensinar um pouco do que ele sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, descanse em paz meu amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114544567051089390?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114544567051089390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114544567051089390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114544567051089390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114544567051089390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114531641906079114</id><published>2006-04-17T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:26:59.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sossego</title><content type='html'>Gil, obrigada por ter me tirado um peso das costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava precisando ser ouvida.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro vc, meu amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114531641906079114?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114531641906079114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114531641906079114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114531641906079114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114531641906079114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/04/sossego.html' title='Sossego'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114253144405384451</id><published>2006-03-16T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:50:44.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sexta (17) faz um ano que um vendaval passou perto de mim. No primeiro momento, pensei que ele fosse durar poucos instantes. E foram. Mas instantes marcam demais. E foi justamente isso que aconteceu. Aquela instante provocou muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não quero mais nada que me lembre aquele instante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114253144405384451?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114253144405384451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114253144405384451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114253144405384451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114253144405384451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114194894323142443</id><published>2006-03-09T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:02:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha só</title><content type='html'>Rafael&lt;br /&gt;Tio Ivanoske&lt;br /&gt;Mãe&lt;br /&gt;João Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Camila&lt;br /&gt;Adri Saito&lt;br /&gt;Silvinha&lt;br /&gt;Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Mana&lt;br /&gt;Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;Roberta Grisi&lt;br /&gt;Roberta Matias&lt;br /&gt;Girlan&lt;br /&gt;Arielle&lt;br /&gt;Luiza&lt;br /&gt;Juliana&lt;br /&gt;Girlan&lt;br /&gt;Alcir&lt;br /&gt;Andreia Alves&lt;br /&gt;Walter&lt;br /&gt;Angélica&lt;br /&gt;Wellison&lt;br /&gt;Neide&lt;br /&gt;Malfredo&lt;br /&gt;Jeoas&lt;br /&gt;Sheylla&lt;br /&gt;Mariane&lt;br /&gt;Renata&lt;br /&gt;Mau&lt;br /&gt;Cláudia&lt;br /&gt;Breno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia foi tranqüilo e calma graças a vocês, meus amigos e família, que não me deixam fraquejar. Amo vcs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114194894323142443?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114194894323142443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114194894323142443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114194894323142443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114194894323142443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/03/olha-s.html' title='Olha só'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-114160043606902035</id><published>2006-03-05T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:13:56.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou fazer aniversário</title><content type='html'>Entrei no meu inferno astral.&lt;br /&gt;Sem grana pra fazer festa por causa de um problema com o meu carro – meu filho mais velho e que requer uma soma maior de investimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Parte do meu clã não estará comigo&lt;br /&gt;Parte dos meus amigos vai me trocar no final de semana&lt;br /&gt;Minha unha quebrou&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar a noite na Feirinha, fui acordada às sete da manhã pelo meu vizinho, que insiste em me fazer gostar de Aviões do Forró&lt;br /&gt;Eu volto a trabalhar justamente no dia do meu aniversário&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-114160043606902035?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/114160043606902035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=114160043606902035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114160043606902035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/114160043606902035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/03/vou-fazer-aniversrio.html' title='Vou fazer aniversário'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-113901047221474971</id><published>2006-02-03T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:47:52.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hora certa pra sair de cena</title><content type='html'>Ela chegou.&lt;br /&gt;Demorou pra cair a ficha,  mas a hora certa pra sair de cena acabou de chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aconteceu da pior forma possível: mentiras, falsas esperanças, desengano. O que esperar de uma coisa que já começa toda errada?&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai passar e vai ser logo.&lt;br /&gt;Já chega de quebrar a cabeça com algo que não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe a gente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-113901047221474971?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/113901047221474971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=113901047221474971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/113901047221474971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/113901047221474971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2006/02/hora-certa-pra-sair-de-cena.html' title='A hora certa pra sair de cena'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07587746617346476924'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-113767928888430022</id><published>2006-01-19T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:01:28.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clube da Esquina</title><content type='html'>Vento solar, estrelas do mar&lt;br /&gt;A terra azul da cor do seu vestido&lt;br /&gt;Vento solar, estrelas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda quer morar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu cantar não chore não&lt;br /&gt;É só poesia&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso ter você&lt;br /&gt;Por mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ainda gosto de dançar&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Como vai você?&lt;br /&gt;Sol, girassol, vejo o vento solar&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda quer morar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Vento solar estrelas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Um girassol da cor de seu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu morrer não chore não&lt;br /&gt;É só a lua&lt;br /&gt;É seu vestido cor de maravilha nua&lt;br /&gt;Ainda moro nesta mesma rua&lt;br /&gt;Como vai você?&lt;br /&gt;Você vem?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que ainda é tarde demais?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu cantar não chore não&lt;br /&gt;É só poesia&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso ter você&lt;br /&gt;Por mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ainda gosto de dançar&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Como vai você?&lt;br /&gt;Você vem?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tarde demais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-113767928888430022?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15545940.post-113589482162270521</id><published>2005-12-29T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:20:21.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora, vamos às metas</title><content type='html'>Arrumar um namorado que preste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com minha mãe o tempo que for possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer “eu te amo” para as pessoas que eu realmente amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poupar mais dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocar meu carro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampliar meu guarda-roupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer mais amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormir mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sair menos à noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser mais paciente – eu diria tentar ter algo com o qual eu não nasci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser uma pessoa super-bem-relacionada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15545940-113589482162270521?l=listadedesejos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/feeds/113589482162270521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15545940&amp;postID=113589482162270521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/113589482162270521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15545940/posts/default/113589482162270521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://listadedesejos.blogspot.com/2005/12/agora-vamos-s-metas.html' title='Agora, vamos às metas'/><author><name>Eu sou minha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492369489791720560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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