<?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-28879887</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:35:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smily</title><subtitle type='html'>Waratte waratte kimi no egao ga mitai! \/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.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-28879887.post-115670992963480369</id><published>2006-08-27T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:18:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Only &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/14135404oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/14135404oo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends are everything! ~\o\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-115670992963480369?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115670992963480369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115670992963480369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115670992963480369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115670992963480369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-only.html' title='Friends Only &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-115499740245293846</id><published>2006-08-07T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T17:36:42.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smily :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/AiOtsuka-SMILY-1p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/AiOtsuka-SMILY-1p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/smly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/smly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/smly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/smly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La la la yeah...Itsumo ijooni pusshushiteItsumo ijooni love love dayItsumo ijooni donto kamaeteItsumo ijooni omoiyaruMinna atsumatte sawaideSeishunshite fuzakeatteKorehodo ni nai shiawasemono ni naruSmily *Nakitai tokoro waHitori demo mitsukerareruWaratte waratte kimi no egao ga mitaiNakitai toki niwaSotto sobani iteageyooWaratte waratte kimi to ashita aitai La la la yeah...Itsumo ijoo ni pretty girlItsumo ijoo ni lucky dayItsumo ijoo ni tsuyoki de iteItsumo ijoo ni omotteiruKatachi no nai mono dakara omoshirokuteTaisetsu ni suruImamade ni nai shiawasemono ni naruNakushita kimochi waMooichido mitsukeni ikooWaratte waratte kimi no egao ga mitaiSetsunai kimochi waKuchibue ni azukete miyooWaratte waratte kimi to ashita aitai (8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-115499740245293846?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115499740245293846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115499740245293846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115499740245293846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115499740245293846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/08/smily.html' title='Smily :)'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-115212616117100895</id><published>2006-07-05T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:02:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsc tsc tsc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/futbol_by_laurytah_zmneijszone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/futbol_by_laurytah_zmneijszone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARREIRA, PASMACEIRA E A BRINCADEIRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jorge Linhaça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns senhor Parreira&lt;br /&gt;rei da teimosia e pasmaceira&lt;br /&gt;parecia até uma brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;O time dormindo a partida inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua imagem à beira do campo&lt;br /&gt;seria cômica, não fosse trágica&lt;br /&gt;Inerte, morto, o tempo passando&lt;br /&gt;esperando por um passe de mágica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O time te via ali desmotivado&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma emoção aparente&lt;br /&gt;como se novamente o resultado&lt;br /&gt;Houvesse sido acertado previamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho pena não termos ganhado&lt;br /&gt;mas sim não termos jogado, covardemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por certo haverão os que se façam de sonsos&lt;br /&gt;achando que perder um jogo é normal&lt;br /&gt;querendo sempre parecer bons moços&lt;br /&gt;Insonsos , sem açucar e nem sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu prefiro falar o que penso&lt;br /&gt;e mostrar a minha indignação&lt;br /&gt;pois acho de muito bom senso&lt;br /&gt;Não me fazer de babaca não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-115212616117100895?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115212616117100895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115212616117100895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115212616117100895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115212616117100895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/07/tsc-tsc-tsc.html' title='tsc tsc tsc'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-115181498358750920</id><published>2006-07-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:39:23.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/flo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/flo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor, talvez mas nunca rosa opulenta&lt;br /&gt;nem orquídea requintada&lt;br /&gt;nem cravo aberto de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma flor de enfeite&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma cor de requinte&lt;br /&gt;nenhum emblema gritante.&lt;br /&gt;Flor, talvez.Se quiseres perceber a flor de mim pensa na que surge um dia entre a secura do campo.&lt;br /&gt;É frágil,breve,pequena resiste à ardência do sol no tempo que lhe é dado.&lt;br /&gt;Flor, talvez da cor dos sonhos suaves.&lt;br /&gt;Flor azul, azul, azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor Desconheçido.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-115181498358750920?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115181498358750920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115181498358750920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115181498358750920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115181498358750920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/07/flor.html' title='Flor'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-115085509370982812</id><published>2006-06-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:58:13.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/insane.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/insane.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudações serem que vagueiam por esse blog.&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;"...não há nada de verdade comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é assim que devo ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa terra de faz-de-conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;onde não acreditam em mim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ninguém é perfeito e eu sou acusado..."&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/28879887-115085509370982812?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115085509370982812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115085509370982812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115085509370982812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115085509370982812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/06/oo.html' title='o.o'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-115059355736396037</id><published>2006-06-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:19:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é foda? EU SOU ORGASMO! ¬¬'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem gente que se acha FODA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vive com aquelas frases RIDÍCULAS que mais parecem saídas de um livro vagabundo de auto-ajuda ou de um parachoque de caminhão, tipo "Tua inveja é a garantia do meu sucesso"..."Antes de me criticar, tente me superar", e outros clichês ridículos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Auto estima é o maior bem do ser humano, mas o segundo maior é o SENSO DE RIDÍCULO.Essas pessoas são foda, mas no pior sentido da palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem é FODA mesmo, não precisa ficar declarando aos quatro cantos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem é FODA mesmo, só olha de canto, e ri de lado, porque sabe que ATITUDES FODÁSTICAS são aquelas que a gente toma sem programar, na hora EXATA que precisam ser feitas.&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;Então, deixa essas pessoas "FODAS" acharem que são fodas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós não somos FODA. Nós somos FODÁSTICOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nem precisamos falar isso pra ninguém, porque os outros sabem. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixa "eles" serem "foda".&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós somos melhores que isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SOMOS "O ORGASMO"!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha.Comunidade no orkut. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Direitos Autorais reservados ao criador da mesma. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-115059355736396037?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115059355736396037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115059355736396037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115059355736396037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115059355736396037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/06/voc-foda-eu-sou-orgasmo.html' title='Você é foda? EU SOU ORGASMO! ¬¬&apos;'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-115016059898105552</id><published>2006-06-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:06:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el dia dos enamorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/yeah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/yeah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sinceramente,não vejo nescessidade desse dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já basta todas as vezes que estão com os namorados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todos os dias dizerem que se amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E trocam presentes durante o ano demasiadas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah,também,passar o dia dos namorados sem um,é meio chato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por que todos dão parabéns a você sem ao menos saber se você tem namorado ou não...Além disso,não sei por que as congratulações.Sinceramente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É nesse dia que eu piso em corações e vou afundando como alguém consideravelmente normal pisa na neve fofa e afunda.Tento abrir espaço com minhas mãos,asfastando os coraçõezinho que pairam no ar para enchergar,alguma coisa que se preze sem ser coraçõezinhos flutuantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não é que é chato.É tedioso.Não ter ninguém pra abraçar,beijar,pousar sua cabeça no peito de alguém que você goste e escutar as batidas do coração dela e lá mesmo cochilar,alguém que nos dias de frio possa te abraçar,alguém que nas horas mais díficeis,lhe olha com olhar sereno lhe dá um sorriso,pousa a mão no seu ombro e diz:"Espera e confia!" e você sente tudo se conventer em harmonia,o que dantes era confussão e assombro.E logo um grande e forte abraço amoroso.E um beijo cheio de sinceridade e pureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh,amores não prestam.Que dia dos namorados que nada ;~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É copa do mundo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-115016059898105552?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/115016059898105552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=115016059898105552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115016059898105552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/115016059898105552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-dia-dos-enamorados.html' title='el dia dos enamorados'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-114944930994518369</id><published>2006-06-04T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:30:29.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/dgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/320/dgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria poder olhar para a frente e ver o além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria que a minha alma nao chorasse nem sentisse dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria um mundo lindo e florido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria ter todas as certezas e alegrias da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria saber o hoje, amanhã e quem sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria que todos olhassem para mim,e vissem minha alma sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria saber o que Deus quer de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria alegrar a todos que choram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria ter respostas para todas as perguntas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria te abraçar e deitar em teu colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria viver, sonhar e sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-114944930994518369?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/114944930994518369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=114944930994518369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/114944930994518369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/114944930994518369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/06/queria.html' title='Queria...'/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28879887.post-114882919716647383</id><published>2006-05-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:48:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/bsdgfs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/400/bsdgfs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3812/2127/1600/bsdgfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;na posição de mim,para todos os assuntos legais,literários e sociais,muitas vezes sou solicitada a responder perguntas difíceis,mesmo quando estou com pressa.As perguntas que tenho ouvido com mais frequencia nos últimos tempos são: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Quer fazer o favor de sair do meu caminho? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Quer fazer o favor de CALAR A BOCA? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As respostas a essas perguntam são histórias muito longas,e só há espaço aqui para responder UMA delas.Mas,estou com preguiça,então não vou responder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au revoir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28879887-114882919716647383?l=fleur-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/feeds/114882919716647383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28879887&amp;postID=114882919716647383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/114882919716647383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28879887/posts/default/114882919716647383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleur-.blogspot.com/2006/05/na-posio-de-mimpara-todos-os-assuntos.html' title=''/><author><name>Yori Minase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10499000535134632654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/6748/bou4xz1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
