<?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-4950555466265604062</id><updated>2012-01-12T20:51:13.167-04:00</updated><category term='poesias'/><category term='sociedade'/><category term='mudança'/><category term='lixo'/><category term='religião'/><category term='dorama'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='Gackt'/><category term='ceticismo'/><category term='investigação policial'/><category term='relacionamento'/><category term='homem'/><category term='tenso'/><category term='mr. Brain'/><category term='música'/><category term='pessoas'/><category term='fé'/><category term='cotidiano'/><category term='fernando pessoa'/><category term='vida'/><category term='crítica'/><category term='íntimo'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='Kimura Takuya'/><category term='filosofando'/><category term='comédia'/><category term='filosofia'/><category term='atualidades'/><category term='filme'/><title type='text'>Imaginary World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-448777755214006770</id><published>2012-01-12T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:51:13.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo, layout novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bem porco, mas é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o que tem pra hoje lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcGNglVIZ-k/Tw9-3tMKi1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/P720iouGOu0/s400/13971465.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696911549135489874" style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4950555466265604062-448777755214006770?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/448777755214006770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=448777755214006770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/448777755214006770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/448777755214006770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo-layout-novo.html' title='Ano novo, layout novo'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcGNglVIZ-k/Tw9-3tMKi1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/P720iouGOu0/s72-c/13971465.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-8801727506123621551</id><published>2010-09-09T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:20:16.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='íntimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>Existem certos momentos em que o tempo se torna bastante perceptível em nossas vidas. Momentos em que vemos o quanto ele é capaz de modificar as coisas ao nosso redor e dentro de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em horóscopo, mas dizem que taurinos não são muito bons quando o assunto é mudança... Eu posso dizer por mim: Não sou mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas em todo caso, tento não virar refém do tempo. Prisões só aumentam nossa angústia e consequentemente diminuem o aproveitamento de nossas vidas. Afinal, o tempo que poderia ser gasto agindo, perdemos nos contraindo.&lt;br /&gt;É uma batalha difícil contra mim mesma: Aceitar que as pessoas constantemente mudam por necessidade e assim como elas, o espaço em que estão inseridas. É difícil ver que aquele espaço onde eu era aceita e recebida com louvor, já não mais existe. As pessoas com quem passei boa parte do tempo já não mais existem. Mudaram tanto a ponto de serem uma sombra do que foram um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu também mudei. Mudei e muito! A ponto de estranhar-me! E o que é estranho nos causa medo e dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho vontade de voltar no tempo. Fazer o que deveria ter feito, desfazer meus erros, voltar para aquele lugar aconchegante onde todos esperavam por mim. No entanto, se o fizesse, estaria condenada a viver aprisionada em uma realidade que não é a minha.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo é curto para desperdiçá-lo.&lt;div&gt;Que venha mais uma mudança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-8801727506123621551?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/8801727506123621551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=8801727506123621551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8801727506123621551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8801727506123621551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2010/09/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-3510505788364290191</id><published>2010-09-06T16:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:35:55.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investigação policial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gackt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimura Takuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comédia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr. Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Mr. Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/dark_isis19/800px-MR-BRAIN-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 283px;" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/dark_isis19/800px-MR-BRAIN-banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um dia desses procurava por doramas que o Gackt participou e eis que me deparo com esse título: Mr. Brain.&lt;div&gt;Resolvi baixar o episódio em que ele aparecia (o episódio dois), no entanto, mais do que ver o Gackt atuando, me agradou o estilo meio CSI de investigação policial, misturado com a genialidade do Dr. House e a comédia de Monk XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou assistindo aos episódios e adorando! É uma ótima série. Recomendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tsukumo Ryusuke é um neurocientista que trabalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; para a Instituto Nacional de Pesquisa da Ciência Policial (parte da Agência Nacional de Polícia). Ele geralmente é incapaz de interpretar a atmosfera da situação, mas quando o assunto é ciência, ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; é fortemente respeitado. Sempre que ele se interessa por algo, ele vai fundo à procura e nunca desiste, descobrindo o criminoso não importa como.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;[Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;wiki.asianteam.org/index.php?title=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;MR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;._&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;BRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(83, 83, 83); line-height: 15px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baixe os episódios &lt;a href="http://www.kanzenanimes.net/tokusatsu/mr-brain"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dramacafe.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/vlcsnap-487367.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-3510505788364290191?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/3510505788364290191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=3510505788364290191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/3510505788364290191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/3510505788364290191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-brain.html' title='Mr. Brain'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-1994778827531080534</id><published>2010-05-24T18:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:51:41.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceticismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religião'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homem'/><title type='text'>Não se sinta ofendido</title><content type='html'>Tenho andado bem cética sobre tudo. Talvez os últimos acontecimentos em minha vida possam ter feito com que eu desacreditasse de muita coisa... Uma delas é a religião.&lt;br /&gt;Não me levem à mal, não quero ofender nenhuma e respeito a crença de cada um, mas, sinceramente... Não estou muito segura das crenças que antes defendia com fervor. Esses escândalos envolvendo padres, as falas do Bento XVI sobre os casos e o modo como ele condenou a homossexualidade, tudo só serviu para que eu tivesse certeza sobre muitas coisas que eu tinha medo de pensar. Eu sempre tive vergonha dessas atitudes tomadas por religiosos que eu costumava seguir... Na verdade todos eles são meros acessores de marketing da instituição religiosa. Eles vendem alienação e o resultado é a violência moral e física entre pessoas de crenças diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu entendo que a gente precisa acreditar em algo, em algum momento da vida, quando tudo vai mal, a gente precisa entregar nossos pesares a alguém superior... É por isso que chamamos Deus de pai. Quando sofremos a ponto de não conseguirmos suportar a dor, pedimos ajuda, consolo. No entanto, alguém (que não me recordo quem) disse que o homem às vezes esquece que foi ele quem criou Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo o que eu disse, eu tenho minhas crenças... Mas não se referem a nenhum deus, a nenhuma entidade superior...&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nos valores humanos que são capazes de operar milagres que vão além de transformar água em vinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-1994778827531080534?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1994778827531080534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=1994778827531080534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/1994778827531080534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/1994778827531080534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-se-sinta-ofendido.html' title='Não se sinta ofendido'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-6723896267159103905</id><published>2010-05-10T22:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:24:38.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relacionamento'/><title type='text'>Momento Tenso</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você ouve uma música e lembra de alguém na hora?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Por mais que o tempo passe, sempre que você ouve aquela música lembra daquela pessoa. Isso geralmente acontece quando se está apaixonado, certo? O problema vem quando a paixão acaba D:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Você não aguenta ouvir aquela bendita música e ela teima em tocar em todo o lugar D: Isso é o inferno!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Preciso parar de associar as músicas que eu gosto a pessoas que eu momentaneamente gosto u_u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-6723896267159103905?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/6723896267159103905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=6723896267159103905' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/6723896267159103905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/6723896267159103905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2010/05/momento-tenso.html' title='Momento Tenso'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-6018373722553171787</id><published>2010-05-10T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:28:06.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary World</title><content type='html'>Atualizando o layout e também o blog. Sem muito tempo para postar, volto depois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-6018373722553171787?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/6018373722553171787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=6018373722553171787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/6018373722553171787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/6018373722553171787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2010/05/imaginary-world.html' title='Imaginary World'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-5615330341169140152</id><published>2009-11-17T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:21:25.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atualidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lixo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Seres Humanos, animais reprodutores de lixo</title><content type='html'>Bom, o título refere-se a uma música que ouvi da banda aborto elétrico hoje mesmo&lt;br /&gt;e eu precisava expor em algum lugar porque achei sensacional!&lt;br /&gt;O meu post porém não será cheio de informações construtivas, críticas ao consumismo e coisa assim XD sinto decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho a dizer não tem a ver literalmente com o lixo... E me leva a um outro trecho da música que achei verídico: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"seres humanos! mas nem sempre isso nós somos"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se formos parar e analisar a quantidade de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;animal&lt;/span&gt; que existe no mundo e que apesar da mente pequena e dos atos desumanos que é capaz de cometer, ainda se acha superior porque é um ser &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"racional"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Estamos diante de verdadeiros lixos humanos! E estes são os que mais degradam o mundo em que estamos vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos reprodutores de lixo e esse processo nos torna lixo. Agora, mais do que nunca, Precisamos nos reciclar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-5615330341169140152?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/5615330341169140152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=5615330341169140152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5615330341169140152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5615330341169140152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/11/seres-humanos-animais-reprodutores-de.html' title='Seres Humanos, animais reprodutores de lixo'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-7084112164668270180</id><published>2009-09-01T12:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:26:55.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceito de mim</title><content type='html'>Sou símbolo de mim mesmo,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Uma sósia do que conhecem de mim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou nada,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Paisagem morta, desconsertada&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou sinônimo de mim mesmo,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;De aspectos desconhecidos de mim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou tudo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou tempo, sou vida, sou tolo e mentiroso&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou o reflexo de mim mesmo,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Refratando a imagem contrária de mim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou a estrela áspera e desiludida,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;que vive perdida no mar e morre à beira da praia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou antônimo de mim mesmo,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;O contrário do que dizem de mim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou medo, sou frio, sou seco...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sou nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-7084112164668270180?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7084112164668270180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=7084112164668270180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/7084112164668270180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/7084112164668270180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/09/conceito-de-mim.html' title='Conceito de mim'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-7264040216439346184</id><published>2009-07-26T16:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:14:48.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernando pessoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Vento que passas (Fernando Pessoa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vento que passas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nos pinheirais&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Quantas desgraças&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Lembram teus ais.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Quanta tristeza,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sem o perdão&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;De chorar pesa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;No coração.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E ó vento vago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Das solidões&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Traze um afago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Aos corações.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;À dor que ignoras&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Presta os teus ais,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Vento que choras&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nos pinheirais.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sopra o vento, sopra o vento,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sopra alto o vento lá fora;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Mas também meu pensamento&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Tem um vento que o devora.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Há uma íntima intenção&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Que tumultua em meu ser&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E faz do meu coração&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;O que um vento quer varrer;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Não sei se há ramos deitados&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Abaixo no temporal,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Se pés do chão levantados&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Num sopro onde tudo é igual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Dos ramos que ali caíram&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sei só que há mágoas e dores&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinadas a não ser&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Mais que um desfolhar de flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-7264040216439346184?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7264040216439346184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=7264040216439346184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/7264040216439346184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/7264040216439346184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/07/vento-que-passas-fernando-pessoa.html' title='Vento que passas (Fernando Pessoa)'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-7632411501874077307</id><published>2009-06-16T17:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:01:18.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeixas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2xQzbhKI/SjgV-9TOvBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jonTOq-RzLg/s1600-h/200px-WakaSama3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2xQzbhKI/SjgV-9TOvBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jonTOq-RzLg/s320/200px-WakaSama3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348048728853756946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois de um bom tempo sem mudar o visual, me animei em pintar o cabelo de novo XD &lt;br /&gt;adoro mudar... apesar de que as coisas dificilmente saem do jeito que esperava o.õ como da vez em que pintei de azul e fiquei com um arco-íris em minha cabeça ¬¬" mas dessa vez vai dar certo hunf u.ú me apresentaram a anilina ._. eu já havia ouvido falar mas nunca tive vontade de usar... depois de me informar bem sobre, decidi que quero mesmo pintar *-* espero que dê certo dessa vez ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-7632411501874077307?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7632411501874077307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=7632411501874077307' 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-4950555466265604062.post-1086562880799266432</id><published>2009-05-19T21:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:57:08.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamúrias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2xQzbhKI/ShRs1h2pbWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wVwviLr78Hg/s1600-h/gameover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2xQzbhKI/ShRs1h2pbWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wVwviLr78Hg/s320/gameover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338011125217324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;A noite começa a vir...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Arrefeço em lamúrias&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;sob a luz do luar;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Consegues ouvir?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Estes meus murmúrios&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;tão cheios de pesar...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Como posso fugir&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;de todas as tuas mentiras...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Se teus olhos tendem a hipnotizar?&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-1086562880799266432?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1086562880799266432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=1086562880799266432' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/1086562880799266432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/1086562880799266432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/05/lamurias.html' title='Lamúrias'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2xQzbhKI/ShRs1h2pbWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wVwviLr78Hg/s72-c/gameover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-5887156764717862735</id><published>2009-05-13T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:52:46.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Word</title><content type='html'>Cuidado pelo circulante sol e pela oculta lua&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Os raios de sol prata oscilam&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;A oração sobre o sol brilhante alimenta o vazio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Não há palavras para a tristeza&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Meu coração dói&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Porque você está se dirigindo para longe de mim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nunca vou vê-lo novamente&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nunca nem tocar&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;A nossa memória nunca poderá ser apagada&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Meu coração dói&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Porque você está se dirigindo para longe de mim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Nunca vou vê-lo novamente&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Encho-me de tristeza&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Porque é que quando eu imagino seu sorriso,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;lágrimas enchem meus olhos?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;O tempo me diz que é o fim&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Meu coração dói&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eu afundo na solidão&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eu perco o foco do sentido para mentir&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eu perco de vista a razão para acreditar&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não existe um amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-5887156764717862735?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/5887156764717862735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=5887156764717862735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5887156764717862735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5887156764717862735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-word.html' title='Last Word'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-817406119667079140</id><published>2009-05-02T00:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:03:39.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta do que fazer...</title><content type='html'>A lua nos ilumina de tal forma...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Como se desejasse exibir brilho maior que o teu&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Até mesmo tua cara tristonha,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;ofusca toda beleza existente.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Peço a ti que explique o porquê de tuas lágrimas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Estas que agora me mancham a face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;O líquido sujo feito desta minúscula existência&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;se comparado a ti, minha deusa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eu imploro que me digas a verdade&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Por mais dolorosa que seja...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Mesmo que digas que isto não é real.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Por favor, deixa-me drenar tuas dores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-817406119667079140?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/817406119667079140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=817406119667079140' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/817406119667079140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/817406119667079140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/05/falta-do-que-fazer.html' title='Falta do que fazer...'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-3246439763823871600</id><published>2009-04-24T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:29:14.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Divã [?]</title><content type='html'>meu... cansei de ser psicóloga 24 horas... Não importa o quanto eu esteja mal ainda tem gente que insiste em me encher com seus problemas... De boa, gosto de ajudar as pessoas, me sinto bem por elas se sentirem bem, mas takeopariu eu tenho dias difíceis também... não vem um único ser me perguntar sobre os Meus problemas -_- não que eu fosse contar XD mas enfim &gt;.&lt; eu só queria ter uns momentos de silêncio... estou vendo meus problemas se amontoando, só quero ver quando desmoronarem sobre minha cabeça kkkkkkkkkk eu vou ficar bem ^^ sei que vou ;D aaah...quero ler um livro que vi hoje ^^ chama-se "Mentiras no divã" ^^ me pareceu interessante, quero comprá-lo o quanto antes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-3246439763823871600?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/3246439763823871600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=3246439763823871600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/3246439763823871600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/3246439763823871600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/04/diva.html' title='Divã [?]'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-5487512105407285194</id><published>2009-04-15T14:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:43:35.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem saco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://celestialkitsune.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/kuroshitsuji-scans-sebastian_00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 633px;" src="http://celestialkitsune.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/kuroshitsuji-scans-sebastian_00009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez venho desabafar... O mais engraçado é que tantas coisas acontecem e eu nunca sei o que dizer exatamente. Eu queria mandar pessoas pra bem longe e trazer outras pra mais perto de mim. Sinto-me inútil diante de várias coisas e isso está me matando. Vejo que perdi tanta coisa e cansei de ser hipócrita e dizer que não me importo com isso. Eu me importo sim. Me sinto enojada, cansada e brava comigo mesma. Meu ponto de vista é bem diferente do das pessoas que estão ao meu redor. Me importo com coisas com as quais elas não dão valor e vice-versa. Por essa razão sinto vontade de sumir... por não aguentar ver as atitudes dessas pessoas bem diante de mim. Por não poder fazer nada a não ser me reprimir. Mais do que nunca sinto-me incapaz... Bá, que seja! vou dormir u.u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-5487512105407285194?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/5487512105407285194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=5487512105407285194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5487512105407285194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5487512105407285194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/04/sem-saco.html' title='Sem saco...'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-8391830857855016418</id><published>2009-04-05T20:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:32:17.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Voiceless Screaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static3.animepaper.net/upload/thumbs/wallpapers/Jigoku-Shoujo/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Jigoku-Shoujo_nat_14307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 325px;" src="http://static3.animepaper.net/upload/thumbs/wallpapers/Jigoku-Shoujo/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Jigoku-Shoujo_nat_14307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grito sem voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eu estou afundando em lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficando para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que não tem como fugir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém aí? Onde estou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanidade e solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partem meu coração dolorido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração partido continua a bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca para de sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou esperando meu amor aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que quer me tocar por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças do meu passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras e ações sem carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfarce do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que achar minha saída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava cego por causa de desejos obscuros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo eu passei por tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou chorando minha parte das lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei conseguir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ser sincero comigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito sem voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamando-me dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito sem voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é a hora que eu tenho que falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz da fé, eu estou começando a perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora meus olhos podem ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui muito longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou sentindo a respiração da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pelo amor eu espero alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que eu queira tocar no íntimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz clareia a minha visão da dúvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dê um passo a frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mente disposta é o que eu encontrei finalmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito sem voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamando-me dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batendo na porta da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em mim e confio no que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito sem voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimento do passado ainda me machuca por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batendo na porta da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu subo as escadas que me levam para o Paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(X Japan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-8391830857855016418?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/8391830857855016418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=8391830857855016418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8391830857855016418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8391830857855016418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/04/voiceless-screaming.html' title='Voiceless Screaming'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-8774192423048006265</id><published>2009-04-05T19:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:21:33.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinência [?]</title><content type='html'>Por mais que me comprometa a postar com frequência sempre sumo ^^" e acho que isso é bom. Significa que não tenho nada de novo a dizer, nada a reclamar na verdade kkkkkkkkkkkk continuo precisando descansar =_= tenho me virado bastante sozinha ultimamente... confesso que sinto por não poder ver meus pais durante muito tempo no dia, até mesmo minha irmã... sei que não se pode fazer nada e achei que nunca diria isso, mas sinto-me solitária. Bá ver que não tem ninguém é um saco... Mas como eu disse, não há nada a fazer então tá né XD Devo estar com abstinência o.o não como chocolate há duas semanas =_= mas graças aos céus, a tortura acaba na páscoa!!Aleluia!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-8774192423048006265?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/8774192423048006265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=8774192423048006265' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8774192423048006265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8774192423048006265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/04/abstinencia.html' title='Abstinência [?]'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-3810733779888628601</id><published>2009-03-20T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:42:19.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Além da Rotina</title><content type='html'>Percebi que o humor das outras pessoas, por mais que não as conheça bem afeta meu humor&lt;br /&gt;e ultimamente ele tem oscilado bastante...&lt;br /&gt;passei o dia a ouvir Luna Sea *-* as músicas sempre conseguem mexer comigo &gt;.&lt; não importa quantas vezes eu ouça... sempre sinto aquela pontada no coração quando chega em algum trecho. Não estou reclamando, adoro isso. Sinto que tenho uma vida além da minha rotina... Quero dizer... Quantas vezes não nos preocupamos tanto com horários, afazeres e esquecemos de nós mesmos? Quantas vezes repetimos as mesmas ações e acabamos por fazer tudo automaticamente?! Odeio me sentir como uma máquina.&lt;br /&gt;Mas os efeitos do cotidiano estão me destruindo &gt;.&lt; preciso de um descanso. Um tempo sem preocupações, problemas me atormentando, lembrando o porquê de fazer as mesmas coisas dia após dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-3810733779888628601?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/3810733779888628601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=3810733779888628601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/3810733779888628601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/3810733779888628601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/03/alem-da-rotina.html' title='Além da Rotina'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-2271773260915695792</id><published>2009-03-13T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:21:15.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>"Pensamentos que falam, palavras que calam sem querer.."</title><content type='html'>Um garoto caminha mirando o nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Para onde ele vai? Aonde quer chegar? Se é que quer chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Estes olhos de quem não sabe dormir, estes passos de quem não sabe andar em linha reta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quem é? Algum menino qualquer, sem a menor importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uma criança que segue a passos lentos como se ainda pensasse em seu rumo, seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;O que é o destino? O que ele reserva para o pobre menino? Não se sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mas do que temos conhecimento sobre a vida? Senão aprendizados de experiências, situações por nós vividas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;O destino, porém, é um futuro constante que não finda nem mesmo após a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Será? Qual o sentido de caminhar? Seria entediante se ficássemos sempre parados, no mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mas o que fará o menino quando cansar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-2271773260915695792?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/2271773260915695792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=2271773260915695792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/2271773260915695792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/2271773260915695792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensamentos-que-falam-palavras-que.html' title='&quot;Pensamentos que falam, palavras que calam sem querer..&quot;'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-7127991026775771032</id><published>2009-03-03T22:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:38:58.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Boy With The Thorn In His Side (tradução)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O garoto eternamente atormentado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Por trás do ódio jaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Um desejo homicida por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Como eles podem olhar dentro dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E ainda assim não acreditar em mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Como eles podem me ouvir dizer aquelas palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E ainda assim não acreditar em mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E se eles não acreditam em mim agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Será que algum dia acreditarão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E se não acreditam em mim agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Algum dia, algum dia acreditarão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;O garoto eternamente atormentado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Por trás do ódio jaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Um desejo saqueador... por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Como eles podem ver o Amor nos nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E ainda assim não acreditar em nós?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E depois de todo esse tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Eles não querem acreditar em nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E se eles não acreditam em nós agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Será que algum dia acreditarão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;E quando você quer Viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Como se começa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Onde é preciso ir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem você precisa conhecer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-7127991026775771032?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/7127991026775771032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=7127991026775771032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/7127991026775771032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/7127991026775771032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/03/smiths.html' title='The Smiths'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-5721009073575667152</id><published>2009-02-23T23:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:12:13.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maravilhas do Gimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff112/line_chan/baka.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 301px;" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff112/line_chan/baka.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, vou fazer um post rápido só pra não perder o hábito XD&lt;br /&gt;resolvi explorar o gimp hoje... peguei um desenho chibi (por que é mais simples e mais fácil de vetorizar) e colori XD&lt;br /&gt;tandan! esse aí mesmo XD&lt;br /&gt;os personagens eu mesma criei ^^ são de uma fic BL (Sensei oshiete kudasai) na qual o casal é um professor e um aluno&lt;br /&gt;tira:&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Confie no seu professor&lt;br /&gt;Aluno: Ele é retardado?&lt;br /&gt;infelizmente só tem graça se ler a fic u.u&lt;br /&gt;não que eu esteja fazendo propaganda mas...&lt;br /&gt;http://fanfiction.nyah.com.br/line_chan&lt;br /&gt;hohoho XD&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos cretinos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-5721009073575667152?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/5721009073575667152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=5721009073575667152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5721009073575667152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5721009073575667152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/02/maravilhas-do-gimp.html' title='Maravilhas do Gimp'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-1037473698092461399</id><published>2009-02-10T00:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:53:57.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake Fur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kirara.fotoflog.com.br/1213214623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 285px;" src="http://kirara.fotoflog.com.br/1213214623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses estava procurando um mangá BL entitulado "Fake". Acabei baixando "Fake fur" por engano ^^" e, definitivamente não me arrependi e baixei até o final. Não sei exatamente o que me fascinou nele. Achei que pularam uma boa parte da estória, poderiam ter deixado mais claro para quem lê, fiquei um pouco perdida. Porém, as falas dos personagens, as relações intensas entre eles, me comoveram. Tanto que estou usando como mensagem pessoal um trecho do mangá.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou pôr dois trechos que mais me marcaram. Recomendo o mangá.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Se continuar procurando, não encontrarei nada, apenas solidão por todas as partes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmo que deseje algo com todas as forças neste mundo, os que tem sorte são muito poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Meu amado, nossa amizade permaneceu inalterável, mas em troca estamos longe um do outro. Mesmo que pense nisso... Não importa o quanto pense nisso, certamente não poderemos voltar ao passado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se só pudéssemos tomar nossas mãos, não precisaria pensar, isso eu sei&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagem: fanart do jogo Devil May Cry (Vergil e Dante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-1037473698092461399?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/1037473698092461399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=1037473698092461399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/1037473698092461399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/1037473698092461399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/02/fake-fur.html' title='Fake Fur'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-2860887263539180950</id><published>2009-02-09T00:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:30:15.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anms.fotoflog.com.br/1197152517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://anms.fotoflog.com.br/1197152517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;adoro Luna Sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as músicas e as letras são incríveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a conta de quantas vezes ouvi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I for you&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gravity&lt;/span&gt; seguidas vezes ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho um apreço especial pelas duas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ouví-las agora me inspirou a escrever mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum assunto exato... acredito que as músicas falam por si sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/fotos/0965f0fc12ebb949526f72b5102c46d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://letras.terra.com.br/fotos/0965f0fc12ebb949526f72b5102c46d0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I for you (tradução)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luna Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Você me disse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que não consegue amar ninguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando vi que você tinha medo de todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finalmente entendi o que você quis dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é irônico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que nos conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apenas para nos machucarmos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Com todo meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenho que te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que tudo que quero é conhecer o verdadeiro você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda ri sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque ainda agora, a tristeza permance ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se a unica razão de ter nascido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;foi para que eu conhecesse você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não acha que eu seria capaz de mudar tudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com todo meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenho que te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que nos machucamos, mas ainda há tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Com todo meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu quero afastar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Toda dor que caí sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tudo é Eu para Você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com todo meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenho que te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que queria você sorrindo para mim sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com todo meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quero juntar toda minha luz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e lhe entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tudo é Eu para Você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-2860887263539180950?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/2860887263539180950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=2860887263539180950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/2860887263539180950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/2860887263539180950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/02/luna-sea.html' title='Luna Sea'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-5231352265582753112</id><published>2009-02-08T03:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:29:33.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anms.fotoflog.com.br/1166504002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 296px;" src="http://anms.fotoflog.com.br/1166504002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São 03:25 e senti uma vontade repentina de postar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sem nem mesmo ter qualquer assunto, ou talvez por ter muito a falar ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas é exatamente quando tenho MUITO a falar é que me calo kkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;contraditório, mas é a pura verdade XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acredito que palavras são tão importantes quanto gestos, tão perigosas quanto armas, tão incrivelmente poderosas... talvez por essa razão tenha medo... Medo de machucar... É bem provável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas isso só acontece quando o assunto é "Eu". Quando não se trata de minha vida pessoal, sou falastrona XD kkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, eu tenho complexos como qualquer outro u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, se fossemos todos exibir nossas angústias, preocupações, tristezas da vida, o mundo seria TOTALMENTE emo e provavelmente muitos se matariam kkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o que me faz pensar que um dia já tentei... Hoje me parece absurdo que tenha me atrevido a pensar em algo assim... vi o quão egoísta era e agora vejo que vale a pena continuar nessa merda de vida... se ainda sou útil, por que não? XD faz sentido... pra mim pelo menos... do que falava? Ah... Palavras... Já as gastei muito neste post sem sentido kkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-5231352265582753112?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/5231352265582753112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=5231352265582753112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5231352265582753112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/5231352265582753112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/02/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-8541432412453064997</id><published>2009-01-25T19:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:45:02.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesias'/><title type='text'>Ressurreição XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, eu tinha um outro blog em outro site e ele foi excluído &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;acabei perdendo todos os arquivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mas finalmente criei coragem para voltar a usar este XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dependendo do meu humor, do meu tempo, postarei aqui o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;escrevia poesias e as postarei aqui para ocupar espaço XD quem quiser, que leia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aproveite e opine ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudera eu não ter tal sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por algo que jamais me será dado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera eu cair no esquecimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que não sentisse dor pelo passado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada adianta que queiras me ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se não sabes a dor que tenho no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos positivos se vão com o vento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, se soubesses a dor que me causa o sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva, então, cai com o meu lamento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Se conseguir fazer-te entender o que digo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que nada estará totalmente perdido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, até aqui, foi traçado um longo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para ser esquecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que fique ao relento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não desmanche este amor jogado ao acaso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estiver aflorando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulsando aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que ele adormeça e morra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juntamente com este tenro sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-8541432412453064997?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/feeds/8541432412453064997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4950555466265604062&amp;postID=8541432412453064997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8541432412453064997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4950555466265604062/posts/default/8541432412453064997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com/2009/01/ressurreio-xd.html' title='Ressurreição XD'/><author><name>Line</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872323318087768493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxqh1Vr__I0/TielCmNxkHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xy6twloeZ5Y/s220/174488_100001273435559_3966022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950555466265604062.post-5838437851519765829</id><published>2007-09-25T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:33:11.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>* Terra das borboletas de gelo encantadas * XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Er..começando o blog nem sei como..^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;depois de meia hora escolhendo o nome (kkk) ficou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terra das borboletas de gelo encantadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pq eu sou uma et vinda da terra das borboletas de gelo encantadas na cocacolândia..um mundo bem distante XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bom..falar do blog agora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eu sou fascinada por cultura gótica e viciada em animes *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;então de vez em qndo vou misturar os dois XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bom..por enquanto eh só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;=**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;té&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e visitem aí né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114286235551598178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YIS2xQzbhKI/RvmYPA25BmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PXkwG0maXXg/s320/1136574536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4950555466265604062-5838437851519765829?l=terradasborboletasdegeloencantadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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