<?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-5628555472726119491</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:37:43.675-08:00</updated><category term='blog/conto/noite/letras/filosofia/tales/ideias'/><title type='text'>Contos da Noite</title><subtitle type='html'>Nas Noites em que se torna prazeroso compartilhar histórias, pensamentos, experiências entre outros contos mande seu e-mail que postarei aqui e compartilhe suas idéias.
contosdanoite@yahoo.com.br</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Contos da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308204835974894739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-667453057316283646</id><published>2008-10-28T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:18:47.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SQfH__eW3eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Sz_2TssxaOQ/s1600-h/burning+eyes-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SQfH__eW3eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Sz_2TssxaOQ/s320/burning+eyes-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262394591790161378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, esse dias parei pra pensar sobre, a vida de uma forma científica, porém, através dela abrem-se outros assuntos interligados.&lt;br /&gt;Falando sobre o que vivemos na sociedade ou na "raça humana e seu cotidiano", a vida sempre terá como símbolo da sociedade a estátua cega da "Justiça", o homem se acha no direito de ditar regras onde em certos momentos da vida ela não pode ser sistemática dos jeito que as pessoas projetam, mas a humanidade assim acha que pode deter esse poder da vida, a explicação científica de clones, mas os clones não são vidas como nós gerados pela natureza, esse poder não cabe ao homem, cabe a uma força superior, mas somente a religião por si só, não pode explicar a geração da vida.&lt;br /&gt;A Natureza é um poder de longe da ganância dos homens que desfrutam de prazer e ganância acabando com seu próprio "Lar".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-667453057316283646?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SQfH__eW3eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Sz_2TssxaOQ/s72-c/burning+eyes-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-4373730714547068784</id><published>2008-10-20T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:58:34.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SP0wcrFz7yI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zx9FVbkifJk/s1600-h/rededge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SP0wcrFz7yI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zx9FVbkifJk/s320/rededge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259413209000177442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was just staring at the builds, late night thouthgfull;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about tomorrow, society with a bunch of things,&lt;br /&gt;including......&lt;br /&gt;people talking about follow ya goals;&lt;br /&gt;talking about needing someone that comes to college knowing things without measure;&lt;br /&gt;i really keep wondering;&lt;br /&gt;about less greedy;&lt;br /&gt;this is under reality;&lt;br /&gt;like someone just wants to go achieve a million of dollars;&lt;br /&gt;retire get ;&lt;br /&gt;some milk;&lt;br /&gt;come on what the fuck is going with teaching people without expecting money in front of their eyes blinking;&lt;br /&gt;there is much more than just rich;&lt;br /&gt;people talking about poverty;&lt;br /&gt;what is beyond all of it;&lt;br /&gt;hold on hold on;&lt;br /&gt;keep telling myself always to be patient and strong;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes there is a lack between all that;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is life all about anyways;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-4373730714547068784?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4373730714547068784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628555472726119491&amp;postID=4373730714547068784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/4373730714547068784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/4373730714547068784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/2008/10/tale-diary.html' title='Tale Diary'/><author><name>Contos da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308204835974894739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SP0wcrFz7yI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zx9FVbkifJk/s72-c/rededge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-5213070838091425247</id><published>2008-09-21T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:28:28.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limites sem limites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SNcPN2u1GNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z8HbM4XoRJA/s1600-h/rainbowface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SNcPN2u1GNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/z8HbM4XoRJA/s320/rainbowface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248680621428250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Comecei a pensar;&lt;br /&gt;tudo que a vida já me mostrou;&lt;br /&gt;me perguntei o que sei sobre a vida;&lt;br /&gt;será que ela e alheia;&lt;br /&gt;ou será apenas óbvio demais;&lt;br /&gt;que só eu não consigo ver;&lt;br /&gt;ou será que tudo que eu penso;&lt;br /&gt;é fruto da minha própria mente;&lt;br /&gt;a capacidade de produção de realizações;&lt;br /&gt;profissionais ou pessoais sempre terão seu obstáculo;&lt;br /&gt;mas o certo é que como se não pode saber tudo;&lt;br /&gt;então procurarei saber "quase tudo";&lt;br /&gt;mas todos nós podemos nos superar;&lt;br /&gt;melhor que ontem e pior que o amanhã;&lt;br /&gt;o detalhe é que somos capazes de romper nossos limites;&lt;br /&gt;porém não passamos da limitações implicadas a nossa raça;&lt;br /&gt;qual dos dois caminhos seria melhor percorrer;&lt;br /&gt;buscar um ideal maior independente do ideal que atingimo parece ser o mais correto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By D4^131&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-5213070838091425247?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5213070838091425247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628555472726119491&amp;postID=5213070838091425247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-2571910927826761465</id><published>2008-09-14T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:28:59.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Maneira Difícil</title><content type='html'>Certa vez ouvi na música de Mike Shinoda sobre;&lt;br /&gt;eu olhar ao redor da minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;e a distância das pessoas;&lt;br /&gt;parei olhei e realmente vi;&lt;br /&gt;gostaria de saber o que aconteceu com alquele jeito;&lt;br /&gt;jeito que nós falamos que seríamos;&lt;br /&gt;desde quando somos uma vida que vive nesse planeta;&lt;br /&gt;a vida pode trazer coisas ruins....boas.....&lt;br /&gt;a verdade é que so existe uma conclusão;&lt;br /&gt;não existe riquereza maior que o amor de sua família;&lt;br /&gt;não existe maior riqueza que o amor de seu namoro;&lt;br /&gt;e muito menos o amor de amigos;&lt;br /&gt;ambos sabemos que é difícil falar de amor;&lt;br /&gt;mas vale a pena arriscar;&lt;br /&gt;afinal o que temos a perder quando não temos amor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By D4^131&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-2571910927826761465?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2571910927826761465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628555472726119491&amp;postID=2571910927826761465' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/2571910927826761465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/2571910927826761465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/maneira-difcil.html' title='A Maneira Difícil'/><author><name>Contos da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308204835974894739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-699404872463030503</id><published>2008-09-14T18:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:08:58.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rosa Mais Bela</title><content type='html'>Você Saiu;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que havia me abandonado;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei do silêncio;&lt;br /&gt;Daquele silêncio que você diz;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio que não cala;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que te engasga;&lt;br /&gt;Te amarga garganta a dentro;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também sei;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já te esperei;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a te esperar;&lt;br /&gt;até o sol raiar;&lt;br /&gt;Assim espero que;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia quem sabe;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a rosa mais linda;&lt;br /&gt;Se Abrirá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By D4^131&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-699404872463030503?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/699404872463030503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628555472726119491&amp;postID=699404872463030503' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/699404872463030503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/699404872463030503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/rosa-mais-bela.html' title='A Rosa Mais Bela'/><author><name>Contos da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308204835974894739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-1965362296927327499</id><published>2008-09-14T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:45:22.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio da Noite</title><content type='html'>tirei minha cabeça do travesseiro;&lt;br /&gt;fui na varanda talvez as batidas da música acalmaria minha alma;&lt;br /&gt;porém o silencio da noite batia mais alto;&lt;br /&gt;o silencio das árvores;&lt;br /&gt;mas a brisa do vento contagiava minha alma muda;&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento era breve;&lt;br /&gt;os predios estavam pertos;&lt;br /&gt;olhei no horizonte e procurei;&lt;br /&gt;achar um jeito de silenciar minha inquietude;&lt;br /&gt;mas o abrigo da noite não podia fazer mais nada;&lt;br /&gt;apenas murmurar no canto do meu ouvido;&lt;br /&gt;e por mais que não fosse alto suas palavras faziam muito sentido;&lt;br /&gt;a conclusão é sempre uma não importa quantos finais possam dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By D4^131&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-1965362296927327499?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1965362296927327499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-1421180625982500939</id><published>2008-09-14T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:35:13.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta de Tempo</title><content type='html'>estava pensando em investir;&lt;br /&gt;mas o custo benefício da sociedade;&lt;br /&gt;e sempre o preço;&lt;br /&gt;todos querem dinheiro;&lt;br /&gt;não argumente que é por;&lt;br /&gt;sustentabilidade;&lt;br /&gt;a sociedade sempre busca mais lucro;&lt;br /&gt;seres humanos aumentam sua fome com dinheiro;&lt;br /&gt;fecho meus olhos;&lt;br /&gt;cansei de ver falta de humanismo;&lt;br /&gt;não fale de inocência;&lt;br /&gt;qual o propósito disso tudo;&lt;br /&gt;se as pessoas não lamentam;&lt;br /&gt;pessoas frias sem o senso do próprio sentimento;&lt;br /&gt;lamentar virou falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By D4^131&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5628555472726119491-1421180625982500939?l=contoescuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1421180625982500939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628555472726119491&amp;postID=1421180625982500939' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/1421180625982500939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628555472726119491/posts/default/1421180625982500939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contoescuro.blogspot.com/2008/09/falta-de-tempo.html' title='Falta de Tempo'/><author><name>Contos da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09308204835974894739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLPFMLXWrRM/SM1Zdai8bXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1Cc8LikSSxI/S220/SP_A0228.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628555472726119491.post-5535896227443069407</id><published>2008-09-12T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:06:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INESPERADO ACASO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É do nada e da monotonia&lt;br /&gt;Que encontramos um amor&lt;br /&gt;E saímos daquela petrificante agonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve um tempo em que meu&lt;br /&gt;coração acostumou-se estar vazio&lt;br /&gt;E,mesmo sorrindo,na verdade eu estava&lt;br /&gt;Apenas comigo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o pensamento meio turvo ,eu&lt;br /&gt;tentava ,mas não entendia esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pois,no fundo,a solidão é ainda melhor do que&lt;br /&gt;o amor mudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero dizer que mesmo tendo&lt;br /&gt;amor dentro de mim,limitei-me&lt;br /&gt;A viver assim,sem ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Pois simplesmente não havia&lt;br /&gt;Aquele"alguém"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu estava certa ou errada&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei,mas&lt;br /&gt;Até conhecer-te&lt;br /&gt;eu ia mais ou menos bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivia num mundo fechado&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dando uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Para quem estava sempre ao meu lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso vem se tornando quase um tormento&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando acordo ou deito&lt;br /&gt;É sempre em ti que penso...&lt;br /&gt;Em outros tempos eu me perguntaria&lt;br /&gt;Se tal situação é boa ou ruim&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo penso&lt;br /&gt;Como o amor pode ser algo ruim pra mim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então venho aqui dizer-te&lt;br /&gt;O quão bom tem sido pra mim&lt;br /&gt;se tornando numa fonte de alegria sem fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que o tempo não nos seja injusto,&lt;br /&gt;E possamos breve estar juntos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hubsp.wordpress.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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