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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Morri Por Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Na necessidade dos seus carinhos me &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;humilhei&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; esqueci da minha&lt;br /&gt;vida para viver somente o seu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;No desespero de estar te perdendo, &lt;br /&gt;cruzei caminhos difíceis para te encontrar, &lt;br /&gt;não tive medo de nada, queria ter você a qualquer custo..&lt;br /&gt;Na incerteza do seu amor, arrisquei as mais &lt;br /&gt;ousadas conquistas, me transformei em outra &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;quis te impressionar, perdí minha identidade..&lt;br /&gt;No distanciar dos seus olhos, &lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;chorei as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; mais &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;doloridas.&lt;/span&gt; Escreví os poemas mais&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; tristes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;destruí meu&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; coração, quase enlouquecí&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de ter você sempre junto a mim,&lt;br /&gt;te &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;sufoquei&lt;/span&gt; com a minha companhia,&lt;br /&gt;quis estar presente o tempo todo e quanto mais &lt;br /&gt;estava junto de você, mais te &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;perdia&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;No limite de tudo, quando já não era mais&lt;br /&gt;possível nenhuma tentativa,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;joguei aos seus pés&lt;/span&gt;, e aceitei viver à sua maneira, &lt;br /&gt;e prometí nada reclamar....&lt;br /&gt;Me anulei, dei todo o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; que alguém pode dar, &lt;br /&gt;gastei todos os meus sentimentos, me esvaziei...&lt;br /&gt;morrí alí... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lutando por seu Amor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Minhas amigas de Blogs...Estarei tanto um tempo de blog,&lt;br /&gt;Não anda muito animada para ficar blogando,&lt;br /&gt;E pra não ser cobrada por visitas estarei me afastando do meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver bem comigo mesma, voltarei ok..&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço todos os comentarios deixados aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Como anda muito sozinha sem animo pra nada mesmo ..&lt;br /&gt;E melhor me afastar desse mundo virtual...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui meu carinho ha todas voces...&lt;br /&gt;Bjinhos Mil ate breve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-4580259857870236524?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saudades de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De sua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De sua boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seu toque, seu afago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou com saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De seu cheiro, seu abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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large;"&gt;Estou com saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo lembrando que foi tudo uma mentira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou com saudades de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se o tempo voltasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seria tudo igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que não foi real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que foi uma doce mentira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que suas juras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada foi real, tudo mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nada foi verdade sua, mesmo assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se o tempo voltasse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Viveria tudo de novo com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estou com saudades, ela está doendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão terna, tão linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão doce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha alma se elevava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu coração vivia, tinha você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje minha alma vaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A te procurar, e não encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu coração sangra de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="msg_copiar" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma linda estrela eu vi brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de você &lt;br /&gt;Do brilho do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.mensagenseimagens.com.br/msg-amor/por_que_tem_que_ser_assim_-1917.html#" style="border-bottom-color: currentColor; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #006600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; veio machucar&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E olhando pro céu &lt;br /&gt;Pedi pra você voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;É um &lt;a href="http://www.mensagenseimagens.com.br/msg-amor/por_que_tem_que_ser_assim_-1917.html#" style="border-bottom-color: currentColor; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #006600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não tem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Fiz de tudo pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;A verdade é que eu só sei &lt;a href="http://www.mensagenseimagens.com.br/msg-amor/por_que_tem_que_ser_assim_-1917.html#" style="border-bottom-color: currentColor; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #006600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; você&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói demais te amar assim&lt;br /&gt;Ter o mundo e não poder te dar&lt;br /&gt;Por que tem que ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Ver o &lt;a href="http://www.mensagenseimagens.com.br/msg-amor/por_que_tem_que_ser_assim_-1917.html#" style="border-bottom-color: currentColor; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #006600; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; se perder no ar &lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um linda estrela eu vi brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de você &lt;br /&gt;Do brilho do seu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;olhar&lt;/span&gt;A saudade veio machucar&lt;br /&gt;E olhando pro céu &lt;br /&gt;Pedi pra &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; voltar&lt;br /&gt;Só queria te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só queria te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dói demais te amar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-899719390584019059?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxJ_mB_gdsE/TePCa_aU65I/AAAAAAAAAcI/EVnI-Svo1fs/s72-c/seducao_byluquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-4554893485996179651</id><published>2011-05-25T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:26:24.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Venvc9uFI/Td07cleNWfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7WG362pOk7Y/s1600/taglove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Venvc9uFI/Td07cleNWfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7WG362pOk7Y/s320/taglove.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Todo o tempo que passamos&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo em que te amei&lt;br /&gt;São meras recordações&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca esquecerei!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo de recordações&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto te ter amado&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso já passou,&lt;br /&gt;Não falemos do passado!&lt;br /&gt;Falemos do presente&lt;br /&gt;E esse sim é importante&lt;br /&gt;Já que isto não passou&lt;br /&gt;De uma aventura interessante!&lt;br /&gt;A vida não tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Se não houver recordações&lt;br /&gt;Vive-se o presente&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de ilusões!&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida é feita&lt;br /&gt;De boas e más recordações&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passado, ficará guardado&lt;br /&gt;Nos nossos corações!&lt;br /&gt;Recordação:&lt;br /&gt;Recorda a acção&lt;br /&gt;Recorda o amor&lt;br /&gt;Recorda a paixão!&lt;br /&gt;Recordar é bom&lt;br /&gt;Recordar é viver&lt;br /&gt;Aprende-se com os erros&lt;br /&gt;Para não os tornar a cometer!&lt;br /&gt;Recordo tudo o que havia&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que havia tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Que se perdeu com o tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Diana Dias&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-4554893485996179651?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/4554893485996179651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/05/recordacoes.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/4554893485996179651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAdkZDeYetk/TdUo93YIcQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wokkVxDnh_0/s1600/tempo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NAdkZDeYetk/TdUo93YIcQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wokkVxDnh_0/s320/tempo.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo tem o seu tempo determinado,e há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nascer&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Morrer&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;plantar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;rrancar&lt;/span&gt; o que se plantou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Matar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de E&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dificar&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chorar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de R&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Prantear&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Saltar&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Espalhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pedras&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;br /&gt;tempo de ajuntar &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;pedras&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Abraçar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo&lt;br /&gt;de afastar-se de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;abraçar&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Buscar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;perder&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;guardar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de deitar &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fora&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;rasgar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;coser&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de estar &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Calado&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Falar&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;aborrecer&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Guerra&lt;/span&gt;, e tempo de &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;PAZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Versiculos Biblicos, &lt;br /&gt;leia mas a Bíblia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-5391493842733838015?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/5391493842733838015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-tempo-para-tudo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/5391493842733838015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls46GQR2tHo/Tc12BON5BmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HR951jAc5No/s1600/tagluquita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls46GQR2tHo/Tc12BON5BmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HR951jAc5No/s320/tagluquita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Se toda noite fosse sábado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo amanhã fosse domingo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo fim de semana fosse festa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se toda cidade fosse praia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo mar fosse onda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se toda estação fosse verão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo amigo fosse um irmão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo namoro fosse fiel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se toda música nos fizesse refletir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo céu tivesse estrela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se todo feriado fosse carnaval,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se todas as pessoas encontrassem amigos como &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-8160136107815001682?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/8160136107815001682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/8160136107815001682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/8160136107815001682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo.html' title='Mundo seria perfeito'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls46GQR2tHo/Tc12BON5BmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HR951jAc5No/s72-c/tagluquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-7327652431590622819</id><published>2011-05-08T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:15:09.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHR2LpNnmQ0/TccjaooFfSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sNRE6uHgqtg/s1600/tagluquita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHR2LpNnmQ0/TccjaooFfSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sNRE6uHgqtg/s320/tagluquita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A ausência da presença, machuca e fere o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cicatrizes que se abrem facilmente, mas que se fecham com a recordação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nunca esperamos um adeus, e mesmo que venhamos a dizer ou ouvi-lo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que não produza em nós, um &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentimento&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de perda total, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;falta de força ou coragem. Pois esta é uma fraqueza humana ingrata, inata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A verdadeira saudade é sentida por pessoas que se amam e se prezam e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que neste maravilhoso vinculo de união, &lt;br /&gt;expressam constantemente sua presença. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alegram-se com as suas realizações e sucessos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preocupam-se com suas derrotas e desilusões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo que seja sentida dolorosamente, esta perda de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;convívio é superada pela alegria das lembranças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que estarão cada vez mais vivas em nossas mentes, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;marcadas com carinho em nossos corações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar da imensa solidão que sentimos no íntimo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;uniremos forças para estarmos sempre felizes, pois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem dúvidas, estaremos sendo lembrados pelas mesmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pessoas em que estamos pensando neste exato momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com as mesmas preocupações, alegrias e saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-7327652431590622819?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/7327652431590622819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/05/ausencia.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/7327652431590622819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/7327652431590622819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/05/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHR2LpNnmQ0/TccjaooFfSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sNRE6uHgqtg/s72-c/tagluquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-7838362435293733901</id><published>2011-04-29T17:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:09:21.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEipViuC-bQ/Tbsa3SAt5cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mXEMPwomgZ8/s1600/maebyluquita.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEipViuC-bQ/Tbsa3SAt5cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mXEMPwomgZ8/s1600/maebyluquita.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe carinhosa, mãe dengosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe amiga, mãe irmã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe sem ter gerado é a mãe de coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe solidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe de muitos, mãe de poucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe de todos nós, Mãe das mães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe dos filhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe-pai: duas vezes mãe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe lutadora e companheira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe educadora, mãe mestra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe analfabeta, sábia mãe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe dos simples e dos pobres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe dos que nada têm e dos que tudo têm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe do silêncio, mãe comunicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe dos doentes e dos sãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mães dos que plantam e dos que colhem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe de quem nada fez e de quem compra feito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe de quem magoou e de quem perdoou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe rica, mãe pobre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe dos que já foram, mãe dos que ficaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe dos guerreiros e dos guerreados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe que sorri, mãe que chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe que abraça e afaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe presente, mãe ausente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe do sagrado, mãe da luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe de Jesus e mãe nossa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe, simplesmente mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autor: M.V.F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-7838362435293733901?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/7838362435293733901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/mae.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/7838362435293733901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/7838362435293733901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/mae.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEipViuC-bQ/Tbsa3SAt5cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mXEMPwomgZ8/s72-c/maebyluquita.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-8147345574781954468</id><published>2011-04-26T21:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:55:59.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe Querida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_765hVz4XPI/TbdpilbhDGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1sUEhWi5-44/s1600/tagdiamaeluquita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_765hVz4XPI/TbdpilbhDGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1sUEhWi5-44/s320/tagdiamaeluquita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui estou, para te dar meu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sentir teu perfume embalando meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teus abraços de amor a me proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teu sorriso, tuas mãos, tua pele, teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo que me faz crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agradeço a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Consentida, refletida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No espelho da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amiga e companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agradeço o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão suave em teu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão puro e sem medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão mágico e pleno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da luz de Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Das bênçãos de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te amo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Autor: Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-8147345574781954468?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/8147345574781954468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/mae-querida.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/8147345574781954468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/8147345574781954468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/mae-querida.html' title='Mãe Querida'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_765hVz4XPI/TbdpilbhDGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1sUEhWi5-44/s72-c/tagdiamaeluquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-1254895372342659806</id><published>2011-04-22T21:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:17:10.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De todas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 477px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb409/tutorias/aguafleshbyluquita.gif" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb409/tutorias/aguafleshbyluquita.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;De todas as esperanças em amore depositados,....&lt;br /&gt;O seu foi o que teve mais credito.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as saudades.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua foi a mais forte....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos os beijos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu foi o mais gostoso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todo o calor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu foi o mais ardente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso de todos os amore eterno por mim prometido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu será o Unico comprido a risca....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me completa onde antes existia um vazio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você trouxe cores, onde só havia tons opacos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto uma felicidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso que Te Amo tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mil Bjinhos&lt;br /&gt;By £uquita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-1254895372342659806?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/1254895372342659806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-todas.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/1254895372342659806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/1254895372342659806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-todas.html' title='De todas'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-4573203496432379545</id><published>2011-04-16T15:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:44:10.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como posso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-oKjR5mNz0/TanhgEYEmwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/n6OcPtKS8uY/s1600/crialuquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596251953031322370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-oKjR5mNz0/TanhgEYEmwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/n6OcPtKS8uY/s400/crialuquita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso dizer que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se não sei o que é o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso sentir &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sua falta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se você não sai do meu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso sentir a dor &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de perder-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se você é meu e de mais ninguem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso ser &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfeita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se você gosta de mim assim, como sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odiar-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se você me ensinou a gostar de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso ser &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;infeliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se tenho a felicidade ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso quere outra pessoa, se quero &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e mais ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Camila Augustin)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-4573203496432379545?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/4573203496432379545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-posso-dizer-que-te-amo-se-nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/4573203496432379545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/4573203496432379545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/como-posso-dizer-que-te-amo-se-nao-sei.html' title='Como posso!'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-oKjR5mNz0/TanhgEYEmwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/n6OcPtKS8uY/s72-c/crialuquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-6650342086090867535</id><published>2011-04-10T23:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:17:27.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recodações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piDuNsZe5_E/TaJkAZQh1mI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dhe-zis3W-M/s1600/presenteluquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594143645090567778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piDuNsZe5_E/TaJkAZQh1mI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dhe-zis3W-M/s400/presenteluquita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daquela paixão delirante Dos beijos apaixonados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos abraços apertados De tudo o que fomos antes Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos carinhos, dos beijinhos Dos passeios de mãos dadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos sorrisos, das risadas Do aconchego em nosso ninho Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das bebidas que tomamos Das viagens que fizemos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da história que escrevemos Das noites que nos amamos Recordações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das noites frias de inverno Dos nossos corpos colados, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dormindo sempre abraçados... Das juras de amor eterno Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da nossa ingenuidade Da nossa conversa bobinha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos tempos daquela casinha Do nosso amor de verdade Recordações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daquele beijo gostoso Do olhar apaixonado Do sorriso inesperado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do abraço carinhoso Recordações... Do viver em harmonia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da nossa felicidade Da vida sem vaidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do amor que existia Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do namoro no portão Do casamento pomposo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do nosso primeiro gozo Dos sonhos que hoje se vão Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das nossas loucuras reais Dos ciúmes amorosos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De tantos momentos gostosos Recordações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada mais... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autor: Magro Almeida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-6650342086090867535?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/6650342086090867535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/recodacoes.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/6650342086090867535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/6650342086090867535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/recodacoes.html' title='Recodações'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piDuNsZe5_E/TaJkAZQh1mI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dhe-zis3W-M/s72-c/presenteluquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-3837887213981121599</id><published>2011-04-07T19:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:51:40.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...se eu podesse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592976597940202434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7UTBe3jbAg/TZ4-lT1Ma8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/4ovjzMLjkzc/s400/dance_luquita.jpg" /&gt; Se eu pudesse colher estrelas, todo dia eu levaria uma para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse chegar ao sol eu pegaria um raio de luz só para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse encontrar o pote do arco iris eu daria todas as cores para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse chamar todos os passarinhos eu os faria cantar para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse construiria uma montanha só sua para para que você descansasse mais perto do céu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse eu isolaria uma floresta onde só você pudesse entrar, ir ao seu próprio encontro e respirar a paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu pudesse eu lhe levaria todas as alegrias do Universo naqueles dias em que se sente triste. Eu criaria um lugar especial feito só para você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um lugar onde você pudesse achar serenidade, estar só consigo e se refazer dos seus cansaços. Se eu pudesse apagar os seus problemas eu usaria toda a minha força para faze-los desaparecer. Eu faria isso tudo só por você! ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não sei colher estrelas, não posso chegar ao sol nem sei aonde está o pote do arco iris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei chamar os passarinhos nem sou capaz de construir montanhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenho licença para isolar uma floresta nem posso livrar você de todos os problemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas eu sei que posso dar-lhe o que de mais forte existe em mim : esta vontade de ver você feliz e de estar sempre aí ... ... com você até o fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autor Desconhecido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-3837887213981121599?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/3837887213981121599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahse-eu-podesse.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/3837887213981121599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/3837887213981121599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahse-eu-podesse.html' title='Ah...se eu podesse.'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7UTBe3jbAg/TZ4-lT1Ma8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/4ovjzMLjkzc/s72-c/dance_luquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-23746774275447518</id><published>2011-04-06T21:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:14:59.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ter Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-aWIFUeMuc/TZ0BFvpdgwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pkTIdUXynGU/s1600/firt_love_luquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592627510465364738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-aWIFUeMuc/TZ0BFvpdgwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pkTIdUXynGU/s400/firt_love_luquita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É caminhar pela vida confiante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem medo de errar, mesmo errando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem medo de me entregar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já entregue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andar entre flores, mesmo com arranhões.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter você... É querer ser melhor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É querer dar o melhor de mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É ver as coisas de uma melhor forma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É ter força para lutar, crer e vencer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É poder te olhar nos olhos da alma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te receber a cada chegada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ficar com saudades a cada ida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter você... É ter a mim mesma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É olhar no meu coração e te ver, Nele pulsa minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pulsa você!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Autor: Jane Lagares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-23746774275447518?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/23746774275447518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/ter-voce.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/23746774275447518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/23746774275447518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/ter-voce.html' title='Ter Você'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-aWIFUeMuc/TZ0BFvpdgwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pkTIdUXynGU/s72-c/firt_love_luquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-3252890946411463948</id><published>2011-04-05T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:51:48.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAACAG48GyeLO55Hl-OmAeg4aUYmEzpLPHmycSBDwX9UguFduWDLxV3In9JUqDfBsbCIiu_N18y3SsXaUc1gRmjN0Am1T1UAkrc-dczZO_pR3ipy1on7VsmiV5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAACAG48GyeLO55Hl-OmAeg4aUYmEzpLPHmycSBDwX9UguFduWDLxV3In9JUqDfBsbCIiu_N18y3SsXaUc1gRmjN0Am1T1UAkrc-dczZO_pR3ipy1on7VsmiV5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Não sou teu dono! Apenas te amo. Por isso te liberto,pois para mim mais vale ver teu sorriso longe dos meus braços do que sentir tuas lágrimas a molhar meu peito." epois de tanto tempo, a saudade É uma lembança ténue, uma quimera Que no pensamento fica, feita espera De si mesma, de alguma outra realidade Já não é disto ou daquilo, é eternidade Esta saudade que nos acompanha, que se preza Nos faz olhar p’ra vida, sua natureza É o único rasto que nos ficou da felicidade Qual um vinho que nos oferece, o seu torpor Nos confunde, nos empresta uma clareza Nos rouba ela a nós mesmos com seu ardor Ah, saudade, só tu é que és Portuguesa Ilha eterna, sumida num mar de dôr Este cálice que bebo, esta tristeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-3252890946411463948?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/3252890946411463948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sou-teu-dono-apenas-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/3252890946411463948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/3252890946411463948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sou-teu-dono-apenas-te-amo.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941594891238263351.post-1711055543849251498</id><published>2011-04-05T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:49:09.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Efd315SRZ58/TZsfQ7yftOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7B5TW_IJvtg/s1600/seni.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592097738098455778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Efd315SRZ58/TZsfQ7yftOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7B5TW_IJvtg/s400/seni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; " Se a sua mente estiver dividida por dois desejo conflitantes, isso detruirá a sua unidade e paz. Lembre-se, quando tiver de segurar algo, segure-o; Quando tiver de deixa-lo ir, deixe-0". (Tsai Chih Chung)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1941594891238263351-1711055543849251498?l=arteluquita2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/feeds/1711055543849251498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/bla-bla-bla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/1711055543849251498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1941594891238263351/posts/default/1711055543849251498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteluquita2.blogspot.com/2011/04/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Sua'/><author><name>£uquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16168293776668941268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zQEtBORGDTM/R5nWHAkbLhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S6_hxYuP8-Y/S220/DSC000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Efd315SRZ58/TZsfQ7yftOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7B5TW_IJvtg/s72-c/seni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
