<?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-7290578402759585784</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:54:22.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laudynha "Minha VIDA como é!!!"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laudynha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7290578402759585784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laudynha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laudynha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314067426439186355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290578402759585784.post-1307943536181745668</id><published>2009-06-13T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:03:10.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dia das NAMORADOS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCem2rEXP9Q/SjPpl_gi3zI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tsPUXve6_VA/s1600-h/OgAAAMjYH-xXtRFNxFymShQ7AYK7d3Q9OeLnTw_ThDv59xc6s2G7jxL9t3YUj5H83RmcSSOO6NmEXvUTpOR1FyBdnxYAm1T1UEuTHgQ7yluzfVCru_poygrhtcuY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCem2rEXP9Q/SjPpl_gi3zI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tsPUXve6_VA/s320/OgAAAMjYH-xXtRFNxFymShQ7AYK7d3Q9OeLnTw_ThDv59xc6s2G7jxL9t3YUj5H83RmcSSOO6NmEXvUTpOR1FyBdnxYAm1T1UEuTHgQ7yluzfVCru_poygrhtcuY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346874021531279154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia 12 de JUNHO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um dia muito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMEMORADO&lt;/span&gt; pelos casais de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAMORADOS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um dia que marcou muito a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINHA VID&lt;/span&gt;A,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não pela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATA&lt;/span&gt;, não por ser o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIA DOS NAMORADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas sim por que foi neste mesmo dia do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANO PASSADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que perdi uma pessoa muito&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; QUERIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;o meu querido PRIMO...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estava eu chegando do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRABALHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quando encontrei minha prima dentro do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONIBUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ela segurou minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MÃO&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUITO &lt;/span&gt;chorava &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minha primeira reação e pensamento foi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEGURA-LA&lt;/span&gt; pelas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MÃOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e pedi para ela ficar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALMA&lt;/span&gt;, meu pensamento era que ela havia acabado de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERMINAR O NAMORO&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTES FOSSE ISSO&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porém não...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ela segurou minhas mãos olhou em meus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLHOS &lt;/span&gt;e então me disse:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o "VAL FALECEU"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiquei sem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;, sem saber o que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAZER&lt;/span&gt; e nem o que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DIZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preferi acreditar que era brincadeira, uma péssima &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRINCADEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem graça nenhuma, mas não!!! não era &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRINCADEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;era &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FATO&lt;/span&gt;, era &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu não acreditei, preferia mil vezsz acreditar que era &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que ela mentia pra mim, eu perdoaria ela por esta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRINCADEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mesmo sabendo que com isto não se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRINCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foi dificil pra mim,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ele não era um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIMO&lt;/span&gt; nem um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pra mim ele era um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDE IRMÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquele que estava sempre ao me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquele que sempre me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AJUDOU &lt;/span&gt;quando eu masi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRECISEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minha vontade naquele dia???&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de MORRER...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;só queria morrer para eu não sentir a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUA&lt;/span&gt; falta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doia muito dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFESSO A VOCÊS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acho que os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIA DOS NAMORADOS&lt;/span&gt; pra mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simplismente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACABARAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e confesso que não sei se um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt; eu vou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOLTAR&lt;/span&gt; a gostar dessa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pois foi justamente nesta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATA&lt;/span&gt; que meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIMO&lt;/span&gt; partiu para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua pessoa não esta mais aqui comigo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas ainda sinto tua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESENÇA&lt;/span&gt; bem perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preciso acreditar que ele esta aqui ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pois se eu deixar de acreditar nisto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu não conseguirei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVER&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nada contra esta data "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIA DOS NAMORADOS&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porém prefiro que o mesmo passe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESPERCEBIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;espero um dia voltar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRIR&lt;/span&gt; nesta&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quem sabe com as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEMBRANÇAS&lt;/span&gt; do meu querido &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da sua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEGRIA&lt;/span&gt; eu consiga novamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRIR&lt;/span&gt; para esta&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DATA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas enquanto este dia não &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOFRENDO&lt;/span&gt; sempre nesta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7290578402759585784-1307943536181745668?l=laudynha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laudynha.blogspot.com/feeds/1307943536181745668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laudynha.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-das-namorados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7290578402759585784/posts/default/1307943536181745668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7290578402759585784/posts/default/1307943536181745668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laudynha.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-das-namorados.html' title='&quot;Dia das NAMORADOS&quot;'/><author><name>Laudynha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314067426439186355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCem2rEXP9Q/SjPpl_gi3zI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tsPUXve6_VA/s72-c/OgAAAMjYH-xXtRFNxFymShQ7AYK7d3Q9OeLnTw_ThDv59xc6s2G7jxL9t3YUj5H83RmcSSOO6NmEXvUTpOR1FyBdnxYAm1T1UEuTHgQ7yluzfVCru_poygrhtcuY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
