<?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-7111415219727543760</id><updated>2011-12-09T15:15:18.797-08:00</updated><category term='sentimento'/><category term='amor pensamentos poesia'/><category term='Andy Warhol inspiração'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='birds amigos poema'/><category term='Lamúria'/><category term='momento'/><category term='Chaplin'/><category term='anseios'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='fall'/><category term='música'/><category term='Josh Groban'/><category term='saudade amigos desabafo'/><category term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Loose Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-1926362748351379826</id><published>2011-03-02T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:43:35.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaplin'/><title type='text'>A vida não é apenas Uma</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R8YpJiMwGdY/TW8FPtnHKBI/AAAAAAAAJOY/KGmpwg60nvE/s1600/deceptively_yours__by_emeraldiris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R8YpJiMwGdY/TW8FPtnHKBI/AAAAAAAAJOY/KGmpwg60nvE/s640/deceptively_yours__by_emeraldiris.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://emeraldiris.deviantart.com/"&gt;emeraldiris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;São duas, três, quatro ao mesmo tempo, é um conjunto de pensamentos alucinantes que estão interligados sobrenaturalmente... sim, a vida é surreal e divina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropecei na armadilha do destino e, durante esse tempo ausente, percebi que podemos fazer escolhas propícias para o hoje, mas que futuramente serão expostas na sua cara, como um tapa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como sabemos se estamos no caminho "correto" se não escolhemos um? &lt;br /&gt;Éh! a vida, o palco onde nós somos os fantoches e nossos pensamentos são as cordas. Mas ainda existe a platéia, que controla o espetáculo, ela que define se terá risos, aplausos ou lágrimas. Então posso dizer que a vida é ser fantoche, corda e platéia.&lt;br /&gt;Como já disse Chaplin "A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios...", eu sou prova viva disso, que é impossível ensaiar, planejar, construir... tem que se viver, sem pautas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas falando em escolhas, de todas as que já fiz na minha vida, essa foi a mais difícil, essa foi a mais mágica e alucinante escolha. É algo que se amanhã eu levar um tapa na cara, vou dar o outro lado para bater sem medo, porque a melhor coisa que existe nessa imensidão de VIDAS, é se entregar ao acaso e saber que ser um fantoche de seus pensamentos é ser LIVRE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então se a vida não é apenas UMA, eu não vou perder meu tempo colocando taças em cima de taças, eu vou viver todas essas vidas dando a cara à "tapa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ENJOY THE LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-1926362748351379826?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1926362748351379826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=1926362748351379826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1926362748351379826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1926362748351379826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-nao-e-apenas-uma.html' title='A vida não é apenas Uma'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R8YpJiMwGdY/TW8FPtnHKBI/AAAAAAAAJOY/KGmpwg60nvE/s72-c/deceptively_yours__by_emeraldiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-7543967697685932854</id><published>2011-02-03T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:07:00.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Warhol inspiração'/><title type='text'>Opostos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081112122137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081112122137.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantasia do amor é muito melhor que sua realidade. Nunca satisfazer-se  é muito excitante. A mais excitante das atrações é aquela entre dois  opostos que nunca se encontram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-7543967697685932854?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7543967697685932854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=7543967697685932854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/7543967697685932854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/7543967697685932854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/opostos.html' title='Opostos'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8921515336589155470</id><published>2011-01-29T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:05:40.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Groban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anseios'/><title type='text'>Esse anseio... apenas,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs19/f/2008/310/3/d/3d2007683a23d926b692b9a5ddfc8c52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs19/f/2008/310/3/d/3d2007683a23d926b692b9a5ddfc8c52.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://ange-l-ove.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ange-L-ove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me cair, deixe-me escalar&lt;br /&gt;Há um momento em que os medos e os sonhos devem&amp;nbsp; colidir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então deixe-me cair se eu precisar &lt;br /&gt;eu não precisarei dos seus avisos, eu não os ouvirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dançarei tão livremente me segurando a ninguém. Você pode me segurar apenas se cair também.&lt;br /&gt;Para longe de todos esses medos inúteis e correntes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me cair..&lt;br /&gt;se eu cair não há razão alguma para perder essa chance única, esse momento perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então deixe-me cair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let Me Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;conheça o &lt;a href="http://paganbornn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pagan Bornn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- um diário com poucas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8921515336589155470?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8921515336589155470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8921515336589155470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8921515336589155470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8921515336589155470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/anseio.html' title='Esse anseio... apenas,'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8343886536754861350</id><published>2011-01-24T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:53:34.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Livre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TT4oFrVggsI/AAAAAAAAJKM/lJ5z51tQpyE/s1600/724a9cc94d8275d367544864471cd84e-d37uzif.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TT4oFrVggsI/AAAAAAAAJKM/lJ5z51tQpyE/s1600/724a9cc94d8275d367544864471cd84e-d37uzif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://duchesse-2-guermante.deviantart.com/art/Silent-words-194601543"&gt;Silent words&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://duchesse-2-guermante.deviantart.com/"&gt;duchesse-2-Guermante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está naquela caixinha, guardada em algum lugar da casa, todas as minhas alegrias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela não está trancada, afinal a Felicidade é livre para ir onde quiser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ela não está velha, nem nova, afinal a Felicidade não tem idade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ela não tem cor, nem forma, pois a Felicidade não tem raça, nem tenta entender porque existe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas existe, e é Livre para voar pelo mundo, procurando por aqueles que tem uma caixinha aberta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tamy Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8343886536754861350?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8343886536754861350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8343886536754861350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8343886536754861350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8343886536754861350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/livre.html' title='Livre.'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TT4oFrVggsI/AAAAAAAAJKM/lJ5z51tQpyE/s72-c/724a9cc94d8275d367544864471cd84e-d37uzif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-6856445688788494926</id><published>2011-01-15T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T07:03:28.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><title type='text'>Hoje tentei acordar e esquecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TTG2G23GwQI/AAAAAAAAJJA/mNMBM17KLys/s1600/thoughts_by_andreydubinin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TTG2G23GwQI/AAAAAAAAJJA/mNMBM17KLys/s640/thoughts_by_andreydubinin.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://andreydubinin.deviantart.com/"&gt;andreydubinin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;... Esquecer que ontem chorei, esquecer que precisava levantar.&lt;br /&gt;No banho, ao me olhar no espelho embaçado, senti raiva, uma raiva das minhas lágrimas que escorriam com a água em meu rosto, uma raiva daquela face hostil, uma raiva de ter que acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Demorei mais que o normal para me arrumar, e mais uma vez me encontrei com o meu outro EU naquele espelho sujo do quarto. Senti uma dor, aquela dor inexplicável que não sabemos de onde veio e nem porque está ali, naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Segurei um grito, sufoquei minha vontade de quebrar aquele 'EU', amarrei meu ódio e prossegui.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz o mesmo caminho de sempre, cheguei ao metrô,&amp;nbsp; parecia que eram os mesmos rostos de sempre, me observando, me ignorando, me descrevendo... li o livro esquecido na minha bolsa, uma leitura de apenas 10min até chegar no meu destino...&lt;br /&gt;No trabalho, não entendia porque eu estava ali, não entendia porque mais uma vez eu deveria ir trabalhar, passei a mão no cabelo molhado,&amp;nbsp; falei com algumas pessoas, sorri falsamente para quem eu não queria sorrir, juntei papéis em cima da mesa, liguei o computador e esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci qual era minha função, esqueci do que eu realmente precisava, então, com uma coragem fictícia, saí dali, avisei a quem deveria avisar e fui embora. Na rua eu respirei, segurei mais um grito, caminhei até o ponto de ônibus, peguei meu destino, cheguei em casa, tentei fazer ligações, deitei na cama, ouvi algumas canções e acabei aqui, escrevendo mais um pouco de meras palavras... &lt;br /&gt;Hoje tentei acordar e esquecer... esqueci, mas ainda não acordei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-6856445688788494926?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6856445688788494926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=6856445688788494926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/6856445688788494926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/6856445688788494926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-tentei-acordar-e-esquecer.html' title='Hoje tentei acordar e esquecer...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TTG2G23GwQI/AAAAAAAAJJA/mNMBM17KLys/s72-c/thoughts_by_andreydubinin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8916924934303346850</id><published>2011-01-04T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:41:35.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando o vento soprar em seu ouvido, não o ignore! Sinta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinta que em cada olhar perdido existe uma dúvida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e que em cada sorriso tímido existe um amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinta que em cada esquina existe uma escolha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e que em cada palavra existe uma verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que entre todas as pessoas do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pelo menos uma te importa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que de todos os lugares que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em algum deles, deve haver um pedaço de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinta que ser livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não significa ser único&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que ser único&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não significa fugir da dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando o vento soprar em seu ouvido, siga-o!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TSPKD7CBu_I/AAAAAAAAJHU/Wc0n6dAqIxY/s1600/chest_tattoo_by_Rieter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TSPKD7CBu_I/AAAAAAAAJHU/Wc0n6dAqIxY/s640/chest_tattoo_by_Rieter.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tamy Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8916924934303346850?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TSPKD7CBu_I/AAAAAAAAJHU/Wc0n6dAqIxY/s72-c/chest_tattoo_by_Rieter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-111483657008795836</id><published>2010-12-28T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:34:03.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds amigos poema'/><title type='text'>O Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TRqBbbM5TwI/AAAAAAAAJCI/omphD0_DrvM/s1600/birds_by_subcultured2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TRqBbbM5TwI/AAAAAAAAJCI/omphD0_DrvM/s640/birds_by_subcultured2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by &lt;a class="u" href="http://subcultured2.deviantart.com/"&gt;subcultured&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amigo pode ser o pássaro que canta em sua janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pode ser a flor que enfeita o seu quintal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o arco-íris que alegra um céu de domingo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou aquela chuvinha que vira um vendaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amigo pode ser um caderno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um lápis e um poema rabiscado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser a canção de ninar já esquecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou as canções de hoje em dia em sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amigo pode ser um banho de mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou um passeio pelas ruas da cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amigo pode ser alguém distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou alguém presente nesse instante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pode ser a voz que cala seus soluços de dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou as fortes gargalhadas ao lado de um amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser a rima de palavras bonitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou o embaraço de belas escritas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amigo que canta e encanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que chora e amola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que ri sem fingir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sempre te adora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sol, a lua, a natureza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos amigos da sua beleza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo tudo aquilo que não podemos ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São amigos de momentos e situações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois a amizade é um veneno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que só desperta nos mais puros corações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Tamy Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-111483657008795836?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111483657008795836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=111483657008795836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/111483657008795836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/111483657008795836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-amigo.html' title='O Amigo'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TRqBbbM5TwI/AAAAAAAAJCI/omphD0_DrvM/s72-c/birds_by_subcultured2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-3577998906000773470</id><published>2010-12-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:58:10.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade amigos desabafo'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TRjGTvaH9VI/AAAAAAAAJCE/xXurGUgDdxM/s1600/beab58797cff8e9e959979a2fd05db75-d30ge2j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TRjGTvaH9VI/AAAAAAAAJCE/xXurGUgDdxM/s1600/beab58797cff8e9e959979a2fd05db75-d30ge2j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://duchesse-2-guermante.deviantart.com/" style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; color: rgb(25, 107, 167) !important; text-decoration: none;"&gt;duchesse-2-Guermante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje acordei com aquela Nostalgia, que seria capaz de me matar se eu não tivesse forças para suportá-la, sabe? aquela vontade de sair correndo atrás dos momentos, das pessoas que amamos, das risadas que ficaram gravadas em algum lugar desse universo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje acordei na tentativa de fazer algo não mudar, por mais que as coisas estejam mudando naturalmente, o que sinto aqui dentro do peito é maior... a vontade de reviver quase tudo que já passou, de abraçar aquele amigo, aquela amiga... e sabe, me peguei pensando na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembrei de todas as vezes que chorei, que ri, que sonhei, que idealizei... e dentro de tudo isso estava a vontade de levar os choros, as risadas, os sonhos, os ideais, até o fim, e sei que levo... só isso alivia minha angustia, saber que levo tudo isso no coração, e devagar escrevo um livro dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje acordei sussurrando para que todos os meus lindos momentos ouvissem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não se percam de mim, NUNCA... pois eu nunca me perderei de vocês"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TRjGTvaH9VI/AAAAAAAAJCE/xXurGUgDdxM/s72-c/beab58797cff8e9e959979a2fd05db75-d30ge2j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-6775375734318787308</id><published>2010-12-14T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:22:26.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monochrome Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TQf7Q7SCb1I/AAAAAAAAJBk/ssY0RhpS-D0/s1600/pb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="584" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TQf7Q7SCb1I/AAAAAAAAJBk/ssY0RhpS-D0/s640/pb2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Você é um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;sonho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;em preto e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Nos meus sonhos as casas são feitas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;as pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;feitas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;polaroids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;em pé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;os ombros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;curvados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;suas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;colunas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;colinas, com praias e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;edifícios à sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mas só com o nosso beijo tornando a paisagem colorida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Tamy Santos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-6775375734318787308?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6775375734318787308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=6775375734318787308&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2825499443763476527</id><published>2010-12-13T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:16:32.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor pensamentos poesia'/><title type='text'>Roll off</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TQbQszgUj6I/AAAAAAAAJAw/PAScleWiUmc/s1600/ba1a7ca08f4ead4294ff19383d2f9092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="585" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TQbQszgUj6I/AAAAAAAAJAw/PAScleWiUmc/s640/ba1a7ca08f4ead4294ff19383d2f9092.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scarabuss.deviantart.com/art/mmm16-120339957"&gt;mmm16&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://scarabuss.deviantart.com/"&gt;scarabuss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Eu sou um pensamento fugaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;do fogo e da água escorrendo debilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;de sua testa até sua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;e você diz algo em meu ouvido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;deixando a saudade do russo roco de sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;e algumas cicatrizes salinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="pt"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Tamy Santos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2825499443763476527?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2825499443763476527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2825499443763476527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2825499443763476527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2825499443763476527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/mmm16-by-scarabuss-eu-sou-um-pensamento.html' title='Roll off'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TQbQszgUj6I/AAAAAAAAJAw/PAScleWiUmc/s72-c/ba1a7ca08f4ead4294ff19383d2f9092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-9091343531728770998</id><published>2010-12-09T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:16:02.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Tão estranho carregar uma vida inteira no corpo, e ninguém suspeitar dos traumas, das quedas, dos medos, dos choros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-9091343531728770998?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9091343531728770998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=9091343531728770998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TNcuTjOBO6I/AAAAAAAAI7c/hlDbtcoOk2c/s1600/We_are_all_vulnerable_by_CrossingMissVampire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TNcuTjOBO6I/AAAAAAAAI7c/hlDbtcoOk2c/s1600/We_are_all_vulnerable_by_CrossingMissVampire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414d4c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by &lt;a class="u" href="http://crossingmissvampire.deviantart.com/" style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; color: rgb(25, 107, 167) !important; text-decoration: none;"&gt;CrossingMissVampire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Aqui estão os loucos. Os desajustados. Os rebeldes. Os criadores de caso. Os pinos redondos nos buracos quadrados. Aqueles que vêem as coisas de forma diferente. Eles não curtem regras. E não respeitam o status quo. Você pode citá-los, discordar deles, glorificá-los ou caluniá-los. Mas a única coisa que você não pode fazer é ignorá-los. Porque eles mudam as coisas. Empurram a raça humana para a frente. E, enquanto alguns os vêem como loucos, nós os vemos como geniais. Porque as pessoas loucas o bastante para acreditar que podem mudar o mundo, são as que o mudam."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Jack_Kerouac/" style="color: blue; font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-4726184393842603068?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4726184393842603068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4726184393842603068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4726184393842603068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4726184393842603068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TNcuTjOBO6I/AAAAAAAAI7c/hlDbtcoOk2c/s72-c/We_are_all_vulnerable_by_CrossingMissVampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-551308204865172806</id><published>2010-11-03T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:32:56.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TNHi5-YRLrI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/vFccUQYD9jQ/s1600/546690_by_aleksandra88-d3152jy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TNHi5-YRLrI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/vFccUQYD9jQ/s1600/546690_by_aleksandra88-d3152jy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://aleksandra88.deviantart.com/" style="color: #2c3635; text-decoration: none;"&gt;aleksandra88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E dá alegria a algum caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se não puderes ser uma estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sê apenas uma senda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXSMtBl_I/AAAAAAAAI5I/S4NTDeOl_e4/s1600/amor3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXSMtBl_I/AAAAAAAAI5I/S4NTDeOl_e4/s1600/amor3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18 de Outubro de 2009, reencontrei-me com a pessoa que a partir dessa data, tornou-me a mulher (segundo meu ponto de vista) mais feliz que existe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já o conhecia há + ou - 7 anos, sempre fomos bons amigos, só que desses 7 anos poucas vezes nos encontramos, sendo assim, tínhamos amizade pelo MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre procurei alguém que eu pudesse ver não só como um companheiro, mas também como MELHOR AMIGO... Uma busca&amp;nbsp;pela felicidade amorosa&amp;nbsp;quase que cansável, até o dia 18 de Outubro de 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou falar um pouco desse amor: A pessoa que toma conta dos meus sonhos, que faz eu me sentir amada, me faz feliz, que me ensina coisas boas, mesmo com a minha teimosia e impaciência, que me faz sorrir, chorar, me mima, e acima de tudo me respeita, é o Sr. Leandro Benevenuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando nosso relacionamento começou, procurei tudo que tinha relacionado à ele, significado do nome, signo, compatibilidade com o meu signo, gostos (pode parecer paranóia mas) enfim, não era para agradá-lo e sim para tranquilizar meu subconsciente, que já estava abalado demais para me entregar à 'aventura' de amar, e eis que achei isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #201c1c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #201c1c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Significado do nome Leandro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #201c1c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Origem do nome Leandro = Greco-Latino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Significado Leandro : homem-leão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-7724" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perfil das pessoas com a primeira letra do nome = L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é adepto a pertencer a grupos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gosta mesmo de cada coisa há seu tempo, quando está com alguém, não quer saber de mais ninguém por perto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É assim que se sente totalmente à vontade, conseguindo até tirar de letra qualquer desentendimento que venha surgir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma coisa que o deixa muito nervoso é ter que tomar uma decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Julga isso muito difícil, e para fugir de tomá-las torna-se teimoso, preguiçoso ou mesmo desligado, tudo não passa de fuga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homem de &amp;nbsp;Virgem: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma coisa que deve ficar bem claro quanto a personalidade do homem de virgem é que ele simplesmente ADORA criticar e ODEIA, no fundo da alma, qualquer tipo de critica!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O virginino tem uma capacidade impar em descobrir os defeitos dos outros(o que ele acha que é defeito) e sempre fica incomodado com estes defeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Confesso o signo dele me assustou rsrs, mas deixando as "superstições" de lado) Vou falar agora como eu o vejo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Significado do meu Leandro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lindo nome, desde que nos apaixonamos é o único nome que me faz sentir calafrios de ansiedade e que me embriaga de amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O meu Leandro adora me fazer cócegas, adora me irritar e me deixar com as bochechas vermelhas de raiva, adora puxar meu cabelo e rir da minha cara. O meu Leandro é tranquilo e é o único que aguenta ouvir minhas fantasias malucas e fantasiar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Significado do sobrenome Benevenuto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tão lindo que até tatuei. (Tatuamos em Russo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Одна душа в двух телах = Uma alma em dois corpos) pois assim somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu Homem de Virgem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É sim perfeccionista, sendo assim sempre me ajuda com os meus novos looks, sempre me observa e PERCEBE quando mudei algo, por menor que seja essa mudança. É extremamente carinhoso, e sabe como ninguem usar as palavras certas para tornar os meus dias mais felizes, é sincero e sempre me ensina coisas boas e importantes. O meu virginiano é teimoso também, mas sabe reconhecer quando erra e me agrada com bombons e mensagens carinhosas (sim é golpe baixo) mas sei que é sincero então faço as pazes facilmente depois das brigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXt23zHvI/AAAAAAAAI5M/QuDQH2-Rybg/s1600/OgAAANim5EGf5oA8kKAbB6ThZalfdgNkGVZilMTk9OAT8wDuTd5n1ycK7kI8saShDgLisSVyFLhsF-LfUB9sM018sqwAm1T1UCrpMP-85sfNirR2SvVGiVvFAJFo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXt23zHvI/AAAAAAAAI5M/QuDQH2-Rybg/s400/OgAAANim5EGf5oA8kKAbB6ThZalfdgNkGVZilMTk9OAT8wDuTd5n1ycK7kI8saShDgLisSVyFLhsF-LfUB9sM018sqwAm1T1UCrpMP-85sfNirR2SvVGiVvFAJFo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXwIvz6QI/AAAAAAAAI5Q/_Fh2dtQ9VrA/s1600/amor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXwIvz6QI/AAAAAAAAI5Q/_Fh2dtQ9VrA/s400/amor2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje, 18 de Outubro de 2010, faz 1 ano que esse amor existe em nossos corações, e que ele aumenta a cada segundo que respiramos. Nunca tive tanta certeza da Felicidade como tenho agora, como venho tendo nesse 1 ano juntos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te amo como nunca amei niguém, pois sei que tambem sou seu primeiro amor verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para comemorar essa data especial, nossa música:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;My Endless Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Existe apenas você em minha vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;A única coisa que é certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu primeiro amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Você é todo suspiro que dou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Você é todo passo que dou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;E eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;EU EU EU EU EU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero compartilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Todo meu amor com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Nenhuma outra vai servir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;E seus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Seus olhos, seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eles me dizem o quanto você se importa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, sim, você sempre será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu amor sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Dois corações,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Dois corações que batem como um só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Nossas vidas apenas começaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Para sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te segurarei em meus braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo resistir aos seus encantos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Pois você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Você significa o mundo para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;que encontrei em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu amor sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVJnMj2oKfo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVJnMj2oKfo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; 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font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxYcp-BfyI/AAAAAAAAI5U/ls2bpXiQPbk/s1600/tumblr_lafju7Lhpl1qamnheo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxYcp-BfyI/AAAAAAAAI5U/ls2bpXiQPbk/s1600/tumblr_lafju7Lhpl1qamnheo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7111415219727543760-3925897137122766491?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3925897137122766491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=3925897137122766491&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3925897137122766491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3925897137122766491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-ano-de_18.html' title='1 ano de ℒℴѵℯ'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TLxXSMtBl_I/AAAAAAAAI5I/S4NTDeOl_e4/s72-c/amor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-808676725564293842</id><published>2010-09-27T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:00:38.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TKEvqF4ijzI/AAAAAAAAI1s/1eYCe3cXz0U/s1600/tumblr_l9bbbpdDGl1qag73jo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TKEvqF4ijzI/AAAAAAAAI1s/1eYCe3cXz0U/s400/tumblr_l9bbbpdDGl1qag73jo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747018313273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Houve um tempo em que minha janela se abria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobre uma cidade que parecia ser feita de giz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perto da janela havia um pequeno jardim quase seco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era uma época de estiagem, de terra esfarelada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o jardim parecia morto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas todas as manhãs vinha um pobre com um balde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e, em silêncio, ia atirando com a mão umas gotas de água sobre as plantas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não era uma rega: era uma espécie de aspersão ritual, para que o jardim não morresse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu olhava para as plantas, para o homem, para as gotas de água que caíam de seus dedos magros e meu coração ficava completamente feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes abro a janela e encontro o jasmineiro em flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outras vezes encontro nuvens espessas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avisto crianças que vão para a escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pardais que pulam pelo muro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gatos que abrem e fecham os olhos, sonhando com pardais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Borboletas brancas, duas a duas, como refletidas no espelho do ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marimbondos que sempre me parecem personagens de Lope de Vega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ás vezes, um galo canta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes, um avião passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo está certo, no seu lugar, cumprindo o seu destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu me sinto completamente feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, quando falo dessas pequenas felicidades certas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que estão diante de cada janela, uns dizem que essas coisas não existem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outros que só existem diante das minhas janelas, e outros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finalmente, que é preciso aprender a olhar, para poder vê-las assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-808676725564293842?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/808676725564293842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=808676725564293842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/808676725564293842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/808676725564293842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/arte-de-ser-feliz.html' title='A arte de ser Feliz'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TKEvqF4ijzI/AAAAAAAAI1s/1eYCe3cXz0U/s72-c/tumblr_l9bbbpdDGl1qag73jo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-6020441283452952042</id><published>2010-07-17T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:04:14.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TEHDOIxoC8I/AAAAAAAAIrQ/MoPGgFflwNU/s1600/unheard_whisper_to_yourself_by_TrixyPixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TEHDOIxoC8I/AAAAAAAAIrQ/MoPGgFflwNU/s400/unheard_whisper_to_yourself_by_TrixyPixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494887668009929666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Veja, o Outono está mundando de cor&lt;br /&gt;e eu ainda continuo parada observando.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa de querer voar, sem medo,&lt;br /&gt;estou apenas me olhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja, o céu está sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;os galhos das árvores estão secos&lt;br /&gt;e a magia da natureza está acesa,&lt;br /&gt;mas estou apenas me olhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noto o olhar cheio de esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;a boca transbordando sinais de palavras,&lt;br /&gt;os dedos calejados pelas escritas e&lt;br /&gt;a pele com traços de uma história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noto a canção que está em meus ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;as linhas que contornam meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;e atravesso o espelho para tocá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Estou apenas me olhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim continuei, sem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;sem medo, sem curiosidade&lt;br /&gt;apenas precisei desse momento comigo&lt;br /&gt;para entender que a pessoa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Precisa sonhar, para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tamy Roux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://trixypixie.deviantart.com/"&gt;TrixyPixie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-6020441283452952042?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6020441283452952042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=6020441283452952042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/6020441283452952042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/6020441283452952042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/olhando.html' title='Olhando'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TEHDOIxoC8I/AAAAAAAAIrQ/MoPGgFflwNU/s72-c/unheard_whisper_to_yourself_by_TrixyPixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2381874927242704746</id><published>2010-07-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:08:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21:52</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TDPTXazsfpI/AAAAAAAAIlg/W9XyR4LUy24/s1600/tumblr_l3ltea77MF1qajb8fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490964769981365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TDPTXazsfpI/AAAAAAAAIlg/W9XyR4LUy24/s400/tumblr_l3ltea77MF1qajb8fo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embora partilhemos deste humilde caminho, sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Como é frágil o coração&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dê a estes pés de barro - asas para voar&lt;br /&gt;Para tocar a face das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ღ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sopre vida dentro deste fraco coração&lt;br /&gt;Suspenda este véu mortal de medo&lt;br /&gt;Leve estas esperanças despedaçadas, marcadas com lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Nos ergueremos sobre estas preocupações mundanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ღ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lance seus olhos ao oceano&lt;br /&gt;Lance sua alma ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite escura parecer infinita&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, lembre-se de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/loreena-mckennitt/"&gt;Loreena McKennitt&lt;/a&gt; - Dante's Prayer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2381874927242704746?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2381874927242704746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2381874927242704746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2381874927242704746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2381874927242704746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/2152.html' title='21:52'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TDPTXazsfpI/AAAAAAAAIlg/W9XyR4LUy24/s72-c/tumblr_l3ltea77MF1qajb8fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4340763996053945255</id><published>2010-06-10T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:22:59.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TBF_3LM0CEI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/RRHBsFM8Mt8/s1600/tumblr_l3op0iCsGR1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481302807362668610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TBF_3LM0CEI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/RRHBsFM8Mt8/s400/tumblr_l3op0iCsGR1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Senta do meu lado ao pé da cama, deita devagarinho e diz que me ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fomos tomados por essa loucura, e ardemos com amor e ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora me beija e chega de rimas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tamy.Roux - for my LOVE Leandro&lt;/span&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/7111415219727543760-4340763996053945255?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4340763996053945255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4340763996053945255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4340763996053945255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4340763996053945255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/kiss-me-baby.html' title='Kiss me baby!'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/TBF_3LM0CEI/AAAAAAAAIcQ/RRHBsFM8Mt8/s72-c/tumblr_l3op0iCsGR1qzq8zqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-5584624320155662437</id><published>2010-05-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:15:20.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S_xn7rYrXDI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/bR5GV8PDPh4/s1600/tumblr_ky7cajQ3Rh1qzu1m0o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475365521931852850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S_xn7rYrXDI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/bR5GV8PDPh4/s400/tumblr_ky7cajQ3Rh1qzu1m0o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu conseguiria gritar para os quatro cantos do mundo o motivo da minha FELICIDADE, mas prefiro deixá-la guardada dentro de mim e compartilhar com aqueles que a deixam sobreviver. Podemos ser felizes por alguns segundos, horas, dias, semanas, meses, anos... não importa o tempo, não importa com o que ou como, tudo que importa é que ela está aqui... FELICIDADE!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me LEVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-5584624320155662437?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5584624320155662437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=5584624320155662437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5584624320155662437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5584624320155662437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-happiness.html' title='Just happiness'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S_xn7rYrXDI/AAAAAAAAIXQ/bR5GV8PDPh4/s72-c/tumblr_ky7cajQ3Rh1qzu1m0o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8846189795396299153</id><published>2010-05-11T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:38:08.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world inside me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S-n32eGZCuI/AAAAAAAAIOk/gObGyBz60sU/s1600/weheart_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S-n32eGZCuI/AAAAAAAAIOk/gObGyBz60sU/s400/weheart_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470175737583045346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virei as costas para o mundo, assim de repente. Não pedi licença, não disse adeus, apenas caminhei na direção contrária. Senti o vento em meu rosto tentando me fazer voltar, tentando me mostrar o caminho certo, mas segui os meus instintos e quebrei as regras do destino.&lt;br /&gt;Procurei um instrumento qualquer, para deixar a música fluir em meu sangue, desafinado ou não, eu só queria uma música. Nela eu encontraria um sentido para continuar tocando, se existisse o meu instrumento...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei da minha voz, talvez sem sucesso, nem tanto bonita, mas seria a minha voz buscando a música dentro de mim. Seria o que eu gostaria de cantar, os sentimentos transformados em palavras, as mesmas palavras que ecoariam eternamente no universo. &lt;br /&gt;Cantei, apenas.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando, encontrei um pássaro, com sutileza ele me perguntou "por quê eu caminhava", rapidamente respondi "que caminhava para sair desse mundo".&lt;br /&gt;O pássaro me observou por um tempo, e intrigado perguntou novamente "e em qual mundo tú pretendes morar?"&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sem pressa alguma respondi "em algum lugar que eu encontre tudo"&lt;br /&gt;O pássaro, no qual eu não tive o trabalho de perguntar o nome, suspirou e disse: "Cara menina ingênua, você já está nesse mundo que tanto procura. Olhe para o céu, tens as estrelas para apreciar e conversar, tens a música para cantar e ouvir, tens as flores, de todas as cores e espécies possíveis, tens sonhos, infinitos sonhos. Pode correr, pular, amar e chorar. O que sustenta esse mundo são todas essas coisa que VOCÊ pode fazer. De que valeria a existência das estrelas, se as mesmas não tivessem quem as apreciasse? Talvez tudo que você está procurando, não está em outro mundo e sim dentro de você."&lt;br /&gt;Assim ele virou as costas e foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;Sentei à beira do mar e olhei para o céu. As estrelas sorriam para mim, a Lua parecia tímida, mas estava mais linda do que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei no pássaro sem nome e nas suas palavras, mas fiquei triste quando lembrei que ele tinha virado as costas para mim, e foi embora sem dizer adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Então lembrei que foi isso que eu fiz ao meu mundo, ou o que pelo menos tentei fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Senti uma lágrima escorrer em minha face, e um leve sorriso dominando meus lábios, senti o frenesi da noite, a canção da natureza, me chamando, gritando o meu nome. Eu fazia alguma diferença para tudo aquilo, assim compreendi que o meu caminho não teria rumo se eu não me encontrasse no meu MUNDO.&lt;br /&gt;Nele eu posso ser tudo o que eu quero, mesmo com as dificuldades, eu posso continuar, cantando, sorrindo, chorando ou conversando com os pássaros.&lt;br /&gt;Nosso mundo é o que criamos dentro de nós. É preciso ser real com um toque de fantasia. É preciso fantasiar com um toque de realidade. EQUILÍBRIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Tamy Roux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8846189795396299153?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8846189795396299153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8846189795396299153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8846189795396299153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8846189795396299153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-inside-me.html' title='The world inside me'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S-n32eGZCuI/AAAAAAAAIOk/gObGyBz60sU/s72-c/weheart_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4661886617734069697</id><published>2010-05-10T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:33:30.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22:28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S-ixwHnmhJI/AAAAAAAAIOM/q0xnvnqTkyA/s1600/tumblr_ksk0r55Nu31qaoyyxo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S-ixwHnmhJI/AAAAAAAAIOM/q0xnvnqTkyA/s400/tumblr_ksk0r55Nu31qaoyyxo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469817187678454930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É necessário ter o caos cá dentro para gerar uma estrela. &gt; Friedrich Nietzsche&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/7111415219727543760-4661886617734069697?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4661886617734069697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4661886617734069697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4661886617734069697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4661886617734069697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/2228.html' title='22:28'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S-ixwHnmhJI/AAAAAAAAIOM/q0xnvnqTkyA/s72-c/tumblr_ksk0r55Nu31qaoyyxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8924206483233930610</id><published>2010-05-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:57:21.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03.05.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S992OF6euOI/AAAAAAAAINk/C_RMpiGjuXw/s1600/20090818154641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S992OF6euOI/AAAAAAAAINk/C_RMpiGjuXw/s400/20090818154641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467218457128777954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É o começo de um novo caminho, tão misterioso quanto a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quem somos nós para tentar entender a dor?&lt;br /&gt;ou quem poderia julgar a consciência dos seus atos?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas você sabe, neste momento, se existe céu ou inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Somos restos de poeiras deixadas ao vento, buscando um sentindo para a existência, buscando sonhos que demasiadamente são esquecidos, ou separados de nossas almas. Mas o quê de fato é a alma?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ao observar o céu, eu penso: "Se tudo isso é infinito aos meus olhos, então por quê eu não enxergo o infinito?&lt;br /&gt;O céu deveria ter a minha resposta, deveria olhar para mim também e decifrar todos os enigmas da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha pensado isso meu amigo, talvez você procurava um sentindo, olhando para o céu...&lt;br /&gt;Existem ainda tantas belezas para apreciar, que o fim será apenas o começo... sim será!&lt;br /&gt;Deixastes apenas as lágrimas, para aqueles que acreditavam na sua vida, e que caminhavam em sua direção.  Escolhestes o caminho da luz, ou a estrada da escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Então agora não olhe para trás, siga em frente e seja tudo que nós ainda não somos.&lt;br /&gt;Decifre as estrelas, voe com os pássaros, cante com os anjos, mas seja, apenas SEJA o mistério que nós só descobriremos quando estivermos ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;A morte não teria um sentindo se não existisse.&lt;br /&gt;Descanse em PAZ, caro amigo Robson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8924206483233930610?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8924206483233930610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8924206483233930610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8924206483233930610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8924206483233930610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/03052010.html' title='03.05.2010'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S992OF6euOI/AAAAAAAAINk/C_RMpiGjuXw/s72-c/20090818154641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4498689761531071016</id><published>2010-04-25T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:30:15.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21:56</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S9TWinhgSrI/AAAAAAAAIMs/P-M6u7JYouI/s1600/lissy2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S9TWinhgSrI/AAAAAAAAIMs/P-M6u7JYouI/s400/lissy2_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228138120661682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua força permanece em meus braços, tentando impedir um encontro galaxial entre duas almas necessitadas de amor...O Por quê de não tentar extravasar o que sentimos? Será que dois corpos em chamas teria o mesmo impacto de um Big bang? Difundiria a consciência do que somos e do que precisamos? Não me interessa e tão pouco tenho certeza de NADA. Apenas preciso dessa força para sobreviver ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma menina, que não conhece o mundo, eu chamei por você, para abrir os meus olhos e tentar fazer de mim um átomo real desse meu universo extenso. Eu existo? Quem sou além dos meus sonhos? &lt;br /&gt;Já vi vulcões de gelo, matadores de relíquias, tentei enfrentar dragões, me perdi em meio a musgos fluorescentes de um abismo sem fim. Imaginei, criei, sem ter a necessidade de fazer isso...Vivi bastante tempo longe daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Perdoe-me perguntar mas, em que mundo estamos?&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente porque subestimo a inteligência desses seres, só consigo enxergar a sua capacidade de me entender, de me fazer mulher. Você existe? Por quê me acordou?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo estava indo bem até eu entender que poderia ficar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;E toda essa sujeira? Quem pode me explicar isso?&lt;br /&gt;No mundo em que vivi por séculos, as estrelas brilhavam com mais vida, o céu era limpo, as cores eram indefinidas, a água pestanejava luzes de neon, tão lindas e tão sutis. Singelas criaturas vagavam sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;Aperte-me mais forte, não me deixe nesse mundo louco, um instante sequer, sozinha. Preciso da sua respiração para esquecer a existência de moléculas fajutas e rastejantes, para esquecer que somos feitos de sangue ácido e dor, para saborear a existência de outras belezas e para dizer que nada do que vivo teria sentindo se não fosse por Você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Tamy Roux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-4498689761531071016?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4498689761531071016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4498689761531071016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4498689761531071016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4498689761531071016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/2156.html' title='21:56'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S9TWinhgSrI/AAAAAAAAIMs/P-M6u7JYouI/s72-c/lissy2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8112267056401731116</id><published>2010-04-16T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:59:36.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and learning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paciência, paciência, paciência. Pela primeira vez, aprendendo o significado e o valor da palavra. Devo manter em mente minha META de longo prazo. Todos os passos ousados, prematuros neste estágio, acabam em fracasso. Pense na abertura de xadrez. Avance com as peças lenta e sistematicamente. Forme um centro poderoso. Não mova uma peça mais de uma vez. Não saia com a Rainha cedo demais! &lt;/span&gt;- (Quando Nietzsche chorou, pág.258)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero resultados dos meus sonhos...e aos poucos, com PACIÊNCIA, eu estou conseguindo-os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8jc6i6iGMI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/IG89l8jVLU4/s1600/OgAAAEkjipzF76q3L3JlCy_9c4cHVmx3rUS1xXsaFXVmixLxVBHKz1eqvLn-Pc9OoWZcTjZGlLChAfOqJetrgguOCqsAm1T1UPnfLVJFWy2MGyqnMl-lCB7_RdpV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8jc6i6iGMI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/IG89l8jVLU4/s400/OgAAAEkjipzF76q3L3JlCy_9c4cHVmx3rUS1xXsaFXVmixLxVBHKz1eqvLn-Pc9OoWZcTjZGlLChAfOqJetrgguOCqsAm1T1UPnfLVJFWy2MGyqnMl-lCB7_RdpV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460857446549559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8112267056401731116?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8112267056401731116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8112267056401731116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8112267056401731116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8112267056401731116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/reading-and-learning.html' title='Reading and learning!'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8jc6i6iGMI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/IG89l8jVLU4/s72-c/OgAAAEkjipzF76q3L3JlCy_9c4cHVmx3rUS1xXsaFXVmixLxVBHKz1eqvLn-Pc9OoWZcTjZGlLChAfOqJetrgguOCqsAm1T1UPnfLVJFWy2MGyqnMl-lCB7_RdpV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8114302127083770996</id><published>2010-04-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:49:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8eHwW92F-I/AAAAAAAAIJs/_kuG3Ylda-U/s1600/tumblr_kz8cysZOlQ1qzb549o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8eHwW92F-I/AAAAAAAAIJs/_kuG3Ylda-U/s400/tumblr_kz8cysZOlQ1qzb549o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460482338078463970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que não sou nada e que talvez nunca tenha tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Aparte isso, eu tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&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/7111415219727543760-8114302127083770996?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8114302127083770996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8114302127083770996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8114302127083770996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8114302127083770996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia.'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8eHwW92F-I/AAAAAAAAIJs/_kuG3Ylda-U/s72-c/tumblr_kz8cysZOlQ1qzb549o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-7004134565350779565</id><published>2010-04-12T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:42:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8O9iCEMQKI/AAAAAAAAIJE/dum_ER2nxho/s1600/Les_Champs_de_mon_Enfance_by_valse_des_ombres_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S8O9iCEMQKI/AAAAAAAAIJE/dum_ER2nxho/s400/Les_Champs_de_mon_Enfance_by_valse_des_ombres_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459415565670826146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isso começa com uma canção,&lt;br /&gt;uma sincronia entre ventos e trovões.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o seu cheiro doce no ar,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o seu rosto nesse campo deserto,.&lt;br /&gt;Quero essa boca, recheada de desejos.&lt;br /&gt;quero ser guiada com o sabor dos teus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Fuja comigo, para algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;onde conseguiremos descansar&lt;br /&gt;e contemplar o entardecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tamy Roux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-7004134565350779565?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De manhã cedo&lt;br /&gt;frio como o azul&lt;br /&gt;Eu limpo as cinzas da minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Recostado&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que é hora de acender o meu charuto&lt;br /&gt;Acorde - você não é como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning&lt;br /&gt;Cold as blue&lt;br /&gt;I wipe the ashes off my skin&lt;br /&gt;Leaning back&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to light my cigar&lt;br /&gt;Wake up - you ain't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Beyond Twilight Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprecio o Outono, ansiosa pelo Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Então, música para os meus ouvidos, por favor!&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/7111415219727543760-2982267805923302696?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2982267805923302696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2982267805923302696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/cold-as-blue.html' title='Cold As Blue'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S7_zZjN-eyI/AAAAAAAAIIU/7Cf2KaPxD_g/s72-c/tumblr_kuyf15yWWw1qzr6ooo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4776459943132848085</id><published>2010-03-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:02:48.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Window of life ♥ 03.02.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abro a janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto a brisa em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a chuva me refrescar&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o vôo dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;E as paisagens fotografadas pelo meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Vejo flores que plantei em meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;E pequenas estrelas a pestanejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre..&lt;br /&gt;Em circulos perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Joguei para o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Abri os meus braços&lt;br /&gt;E deixei o pensamento flutuar&lt;br /&gt;E continuei em circulos&lt;br /&gt;Deixando a noite dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançando...dançando&lt;br /&gt;Estou flutuando&lt;br /&gt;Com lágrimas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Com os cabelos esvoançando&lt;br /&gt;Com a magia dos Deuses&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei sonhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro a janela&lt;br /&gt;Para uma vida nova entrar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje lembrei do ontem&lt;br /&gt;E o amanhã viverei sem planejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy Santos © 2008-2010&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Poema de Fevereiro - 2009&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/7111415219727543760-4776459943132848085?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4776459943132848085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4776459943132848085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4776459943132848085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4776459943132848085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/window-of-life-030209.html' title='Window of life ♥ 03.02.09'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-956879664618529387</id><published>2010-03-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:49:38.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuaje de un corazón puro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S6WiqwG4IpI/AAAAAAAAIBM/exClYaeajnk/s1600-h/I_didn__t_even_know_you_by_VladimirBorowicz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S6WiqwG4IpI/AAAAAAAAIBM/exClYaeajnk/s400/I_didn__t_even_know_you_by_VladimirBorowicz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450941779353805458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estava tudo aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tão calorosamente perto&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma sorria a toa&lt;br /&gt;Minha felicidade era incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa era um jardim&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Meu refúgio abstrato&lt;br /&gt;Como as palavras que expresso&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que provam minha existência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo volúvel&lt;br /&gt;Existir é persistir&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é fantasiar&lt;br /&gt;Fantasiar é querer&lt;br /&gt;E querer é esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes sentiu-se incapaz,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que conseguiria ?&lt;br /&gt;Toda força tem seu lado fraco&lt;br /&gt;E toda fraqueza pode se fortalecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada partida&lt;br /&gt;Há um percurso planejado&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz as minhas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;E meu percurso ficou apagado&lt;br /&gt;Nas cinzas dos meus passos desacelerados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi por um momento&lt;br /&gt;Mas há tanto o que viver&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto o que conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Então, pra que chorar assim ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ps: Poema antigo.  Escrito em Janeiro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus pensamentos sempre foram intensos, todos os meus sentimentos também. Nunca fui 8 nem 80, sempre fui 800 (e ainda sou). Eu quero e jamais desisto. Eu tento desistir, mas o QUERER é maior do que qualquer coisa (sim, capricorniana).&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso dizer que estou vivendo uma das melhores fases da minha vida,  até temo que tudo possa sumir de repente (bate na madeira rsrs), então cautelosamente planejo, decido e faço (sempre no ritmo 800).&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma máquina humana que não se cansa de ganhar conhecimento. Sou uma mulher que não se cansa de sentir, intensamente, tudo de bom que a vida oferece. Sou assim...simplesmente!&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes  penso em tudo que já passei (escolhas, tentativas, medos, coragens, etc), e assim percebo o quanto a vida é interessante, cada passo em falso pode ser o abismo, ou, cada escolha certa o triunfo. Eu não posso dizer se tudo que escolhi até hoje foi correto, eu não posso nem dizer se escolhi por querer ou por falta de escolha, apenas sei que hoje estou AQUI, nesse caminho (que talvez possa não ser o planejado, mas é o mais perfeito que eu poderia ter).&lt;br /&gt;A dor sempre me trouxe inspiração (para pensar), mas a felicidade me inspira na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! ainda tenho tantos sonhos, todos e tantos, tantos (dos quais a minha mente necessita para sobreviver), eu amo esse meu mundo surreal e essa vontade de ultrapassar. Mas eu não planejo o que irei viver, apenas faço as minhas escolhas.&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão difícil para quem sonha intensamente. Há momentos em que me desespero, surto e sinto uma vontade incontrolável de atropelar 'montanhas'.&lt;br /&gt;Surtar é necessário. Voltar ao normal é ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi, mas não acabou,  ainda estou aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: I didn't even know you                            &lt;small&gt;by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://vladimirborowicz.deviantart.com/"&gt;VladimirBorowicz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-956879664618529387?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/956879664618529387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=956879664618529387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/956879664618529387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/956879664618529387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/tatuaje-de-un-corazon-puro.html' title='Tatuaje de un corazón puro'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S6WiqwG4IpI/AAAAAAAAIBM/exClYaeajnk/s72-c/I_didn__t_even_know_you_by_VladimirBorowicz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-1955619069579652937</id><published>2010-03-01T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:19:45.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je sais que je peux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S4weN1ZpbmI/AAAAAAAAH1g/CtzSW_uqzxk/s1600-h/ikRia1QKbk2t15xcMly8M5N4o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443759272605871714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S4weN1ZpbmI/AAAAAAAAH1g/CtzSW_uqzxk/s400/ikRia1QKbk2t15xcMly8M5N4o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinto-me frágil. Loucamente frágil&lt;br /&gt;Com a mente entorpecida. Medo&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de me entregar ao impossível. Sonho&lt;br /&gt;Feroz, o sangue que aquece meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Fantástica, absurdamente gritante, eloquentemente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me leve, quase caindo. Pluma&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de gritar o que ninguém irá ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje grito em pensamentos, grito para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Força, eu sei que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Agora devo apenas esperar o frio&lt;br /&gt;Esperar a chuva. Conquistas&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que nada irá falhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tamy Roux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-1955619069579652937?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1955619069579652937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=1955619069579652937&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1955619069579652937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1955619069579652937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/je-sais-que-je-peux.html' title='Je sais que je peux'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S4weN1ZpbmI/AAAAAAAAH1g/CtzSW_uqzxk/s72-c/ikRia1QKbk2t15xcMly8M5N4o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-5228421688814638155</id><published>2010-02-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:03:08.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13:00</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S3LHu7MYrfI/AAAAAAAAHNk/N1na6wP8jdw/s1600-h/ea8e40da0c1df27b798bcd1941df0470_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436627309167160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S3LHu7MYrfI/AAAAAAAAHNk/N1na6wP8jdw/s400/ea8e40da0c1df27b798bcd1941df0470_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to hell? Oh, don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I'm it, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Well, all is hell anyway... Everything is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-5228421688814638155?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5228421688814638155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=5228421688814638155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5228421688814638155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5228421688814638155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/1300.html' title='13:00'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S3LHu7MYrfI/AAAAAAAAHNk/N1na6wP8jdw/s72-c/ea8e40da0c1df27b798bcd1941df0470_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2197660274732949991</id><published>2010-02-07T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:23:00.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to our love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435615994439525874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S28v8qP_5fI/AAAAAAAAHKc/RefIUpioqFY/s400/fa309d9cb170cdce72e06c6c213e92de_h.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aprendi a escutar a sua voz nas canções de amor, aprendi a decifrar o seu olhar e entender os significados das palavras. Com você eu danço ao som dos filmes que assistimos, com você eu surto de felicidade, com você eu sinto a fúria da saudade. Com você eu choro nos dias 'escuros' e sou conduzida por sua Luz...só com você as canções são divinas, só com você eu volto a ser menina. Por todos esses e outros motivos inacabados, entrego-lhe a chave do meu coração e a força da minha alma, pois só com você sinto-me amada. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiss me till the end of life&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S29JmfboBEI/AAAAAAAAHKk/RetoQSMbxIw/s1600-h/rouxass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 54px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435644200880702530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S29JmfboBEI/AAAAAAAAHKk/RetoQSMbxIw/s400/rouxass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2197660274732949991?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2197660274732949991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2197660274732949991&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2197660274732949991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2197660274732949991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/key-to-our-love.html' title='Key to our love'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S28v8qP_5fI/AAAAAAAAHKc/RefIUpioqFY/s72-c/fa309d9cb170cdce72e06c6c213e92de_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8849484092787117982</id><published>2010-01-18T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:43:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S1SA-t6UwdI/AAAAAAAAG-o/bd06VkRRyII/s1600-h/el_beso_by_stain_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428105265852760530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S1SA-t6UwdI/AAAAAAAAG-o/bd06VkRRyII/s400/el_beso_by_stain_boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era apenas um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que se transformou em cometa, sem rumo, sem destino, feroz.&lt;br /&gt;Uma almofada de luxúria num final de tarde, uma rua, dois olhos, duas bocas...&lt;br /&gt;Que se encontraram por acaso, assim simples acaso do destino desenfreado.&lt;br /&gt;Era apenas um beijo que necessitava de duas almas, onde pudesse descarregar seus desejos de tatuar em dois peitos o símbolo de um sentimento profundo...Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um beijo, um ato que mudaria uma única história envolvendo duas pessoas. Um ato que&lt;br /&gt;agiria como uma droga circulando em nosso sangue, veneno.&lt;br /&gt;O olhar em brasa da vítima querendo ser sugada pelo poder do seu caçador. Ah, o beijo!&lt;br /&gt;Como, quantas e tantas noites saboreando-o em pensamento? Não pude contar. Mas pude sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro foi o toque, mãos suadas e trêmulas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois foi o olhar, quente e febril.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer em qual momento me rendi, mas posso dizer que não quero mais fugir.&lt;br /&gt;Correndo do medo, dançando na chuva. Me perdi.&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou sua, sou minha, sou livre, sou você.&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi apenas um beijo, que hoje faz parte de mim, tenho-o todos os dias como veneno e água&lt;br /&gt;misturados ao meu frenesi. Eu sei , Louca assim sou, mas carrego no peito o simples desejo de dominar o que sentimos. AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Rouxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8849484092787117982?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8849484092787117982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8849484092787117982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8849484092787117982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8849484092787117982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-just-kiss.html' title='It was just a kiss'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/S1SA-t6UwdI/AAAAAAAAG-o/bd06VkRRyII/s72-c/el_beso_by_stain_boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8404255149385068962</id><published>2010-01-10T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:52:15.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Popcorn and Coke</title><content type='html'>-Quanta asneira! - disse Alice bem alto.&lt;br /&gt;Não Alice, não são asneiras, 2010 está começando com tudo nas telinhas dos cimenas. Filmes com grandes produções de deixar qualquer um querendo Bis. Pegue o seu namorado, coloque aquela melissa linda com um look bem bacana, vão para o shopping mais próximo e, claro, que tenha um cinema de qualidade e se delicie com o que tem em cartaz...Faça a melhor escolha, não existe nada melhor que um cineminha a dois.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas Dicas, dos que já assisti (em vermelho) e dos que ainda terei o prazer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Em Cartaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Lua nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Princesa e o Sapo&lt;br /&gt;- Alvin e os Esquilos 2&lt;br /&gt;- Atividade Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;- Uma Vida Sem Regras&lt;br /&gt;- Contatos de 4º Grau&lt;br /&gt;- Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Em Breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Onde Vivem os Monstros&lt;br /&gt;- Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;- O Fada do Dente&lt;br /&gt;- Season of the Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mês atrás assisti um chamado 'INK' aí vai o Trailer&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBGeErufQdY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBGeErufQdY&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mas assisti nos Filmes Online, chorei do começo ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, para quem gosta de filme que nem eu, vão ai as dicas, que aliás são poucas, pois tem muita coisa boa rolando e que ainda vai rolar.&lt;br /&gt;BESOS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8404255149385068962?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8404255149385068962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8404255149385068962&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8404255149385068962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8404255149385068962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-popcorn-and-coke_10.html' title='Movies, Popcorn and Coke'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4881572343838737714</id><published>2010-01-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:51:49.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new goals...</title><content type='html'>Primeira Postagem do ano, primeiras palavras aleatórias nesse blog meio esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei o ano muito bem, fazendo alguns rituais de 'xô coisa ruim', bebendo com alguns amigos do namorado, pois os meus ou estavam viajando, ou dormindo (não sei bem ainda), comendo cerejas para o Amor, uvas passas para a Prosperidade e até consegui engolir lentilha para ter MUITAAAAA SORTEEEE esse ano !!!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, prometi para eu mesma que 2010 será um ano de metas. Em 2009 consegui algumas coisas importantes, como um bom emprego de Fotógrafa em um Estúdio, onde adquiri muitos conhecimentos, mas a Loba nunca cansa de correr e agarrar mais uma presa hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou colocar aqui algumas metas que com certeza serão realizadas, aliás eu bem me conheço e não desisto tão fácil das coisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS.&lt;br /&gt;1- Fotografia -Curso de graduação no SENAC e futuramente BELAS ARTES&lt;br /&gt;2- Nikon D300s com lente 55-200mm (economia durante 2 meses GOD ! )&lt;br /&gt;3- Emagrecer 6k até março ( imagine só pesar 50k e sem mais nem menos 56k )&lt;br /&gt;4- Falar muito palavrão para espantar o estresse&lt;br /&gt;5- Ser voluntária em alguma ONG de proteção ambiental&lt;br /&gt;6- Terminar minhas Tattoos e parar com o vício&lt;br /&gt;7- Continuar Dança do ventre e começar Academia&lt;br /&gt;8- Adquirir mais conhecimentos wiccanianos&lt;br /&gt;9- Fotografar São Paulo no topo do Terraço Itália&lt;br /&gt;10- GANHAR MUITOOO DIN DIN para o meu consumismo voraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ 2010 para mim e para vocês !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-4881572343838737714?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4881572343838737714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4881572343838737714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4881572343838737714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4881572343838737714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-goals.html' title='New year, new goals...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4755682161162209614</id><published>2009-12-30T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:20:12.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SzwWUSHSjYI/AAAAAAAAGts/m4oihEN5Ugo/s1600-h/Fruit_Bowl_Pin_Up_I_by_gardenofmoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421232589162843522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SzwWUSHSjYI/AAAAAAAAGts/m4oihEN5Ugo/s400/Fruit_Bowl_Pin_Up_I_by_gardenofmoons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não é assim tão fácil&lt;br /&gt;entender minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Ela é caótica e imoral&lt;br /&gt;Imunda e irracional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho vontades esquisitas&lt;br /&gt;Necessidades absurdas&lt;br /&gt;Falo e não penso&lt;br /&gt;Penso e logo falo&lt;br /&gt;Cuspo, bato e amoleço&lt;br /&gt;Corro, caio e me perco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é assim tão fácil&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma fera dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e não abro mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei te amar, freneticamente&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua Loba&lt;br /&gt;Seu entorpecente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Rouxx&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Fruit Bowl Pin-Up I by &lt;a class="u" href="http://gardenofmoons.deviantart.com/"&gt;gardenofmoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-4755682161162209614?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4755682161162209614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4755682161162209614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4755682161162209614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4755682161162209614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-easy.html' title='It&apos;s not easy !'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SzwWUSHSjYI/AAAAAAAAGts/m4oihEN5Ugo/s72-c/Fruit_Bowl_Pin_Up_I_by_gardenofmoons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-6726495273653735656</id><published>2009-11-26T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:49:11.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sw6Fkk69hNI/AAAAAAAAGnk/UcswCIyLyS8/s1600/4f91a37e98bbc9d8609e9454ac180a38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408407065951306962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sw6Fkk69hNI/AAAAAAAAGnk/UcswCIyLyS8/s400/4f91a37e98bbc9d8609e9454ac180a38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suas mãos afagam seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios contorcem uma melodia&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o espelho almeja sua imagem&lt;br /&gt;reluzindo o brilho do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda sereia&lt;br /&gt;Pele de porcelana&lt;br /&gt;cabelos sedosos&lt;br /&gt;Lábios molhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu ego é lascivo&lt;br /&gt;Sua mente é impetuosa&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo é um portal&lt;br /&gt;e seus beijos venenosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cante linda Sereia !&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o tempo não passa&lt;br /&gt;sobre suas virtudes femininas&lt;br /&gt;até o final de sua exangue velhice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy Santos&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Dahila: At The Vanity by tom2001 on DeviantART&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-6726495273653735656?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6726495273653735656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=6726495273653735656&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/6726495273653735656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/6726495273653735656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sw6Fkk69hNI/AAAAAAAAGnk/UcswCIyLyS8/s72-c/4f91a37e98bbc9d8609e9454ac180a38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-1015352055243368819</id><published>2009-10-27T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:13:20.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O universo dentro de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SucmdZtqcoI/AAAAAAAAGas/FibBUI3vDkA/s1600-h/98fd94fd8e831b12dae28f3725722e02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397324964987302530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SucmdZtqcoI/AAAAAAAAGas/FibBUI3vDkA/s400/98fd94fd8e831b12dae28f3725722e02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seu desejo esconde uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Basta enxergar o mundo ao seu redor !&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer por um minuto&lt;br /&gt;de tudo que te faz sangrar.&lt;br /&gt;Viver intensamente sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Ou pensar em tudo que te fortalece&lt;br /&gt;Na vida nada dura&lt;br /&gt;se da sua mente desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Cante aquela linda canção&lt;br /&gt;que alegra sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Faça dela uma necessidade incansável&lt;br /&gt;Faça dela algo que te acalma&lt;br /&gt;Respire fundo&lt;br /&gt;e sinta o perfume das flores&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o céu&lt;br /&gt;e aprecie suas cores&lt;br /&gt;Louve as estações, louve a noite&lt;br /&gt;Louve a vida, a luz, a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Louve a quem tu és...e enxergue a sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Roux&lt;br /&gt;imagem: Daisy's Hearts by &lt;a class="u" href="http://artraged.deviantart.com/" peppycount="33"&gt;artraged&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-1015352055243368819?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1015352055243368819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=1015352055243368819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1015352055243368819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1015352055243368819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-universo-dentro-de-ti.html' title='O universo dentro de ti'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SucmdZtqcoI/AAAAAAAAGas/FibBUI3vDkA/s72-c/98fd94fd8e831b12dae28f3725722e02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-3492130693666924914</id><published>2009-10-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:09:35.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396575460975849746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SuR8yhsOMRI/AAAAAAAAGaE/1Rv82GVLKyI/s400/moon_and_sun_by_Silly_Peach.gif" border="0" /&gt;Quero bailar com você nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;e adormecer em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo sua voz a sussurrar palavras doces&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo seu cheiro, suas carícias,&lt;br /&gt;sentindo nosso amor purificar o ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar me prende&lt;br /&gt;e me leva para outra dimensão&lt;br /&gt;Seu toque me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Seu beijo me enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;Você é todo o universo em minh'alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você meu Leandro, meu amor mais puro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-3492130693666924914?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3492130693666924914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=3492130693666924914&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3492130693666924914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3492130693666924914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-amor.html' title='Meu amor'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SuR8yhsOMRI/AAAAAAAAGaE/1Rv82GVLKyI/s72-c/moon_and_sun_by_Silly_Peach.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2399486195507553061</id><published>2009-10-14T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:54:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas nuvens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/StZwTWl80nI/AAAAAAAAGZs/NXMsnGPdxxo/s1600-h/have_you_ever_been_on_the_sky__by_Santina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392621081607328370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/StZwTWl80nI/AAAAAAAAGZs/NXMsnGPdxxo/s400/have_you_ever_been_on_the_sky__by_Santina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olha só que visão maravilhosa !!!&lt;br /&gt;Todos felizes, todos sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo inteiro aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Não ! foi mal, não aos meus pés amigos,&lt;br /&gt;um mundo inteiro lá embaixo&lt;br /&gt;e eu aqui nas nuvens, passeando...rs&lt;br /&gt;que maravilha !&lt;br /&gt;Nem tente me acordar agora relógio malvado !&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pretendo ficar aqui...observando.&lt;br /&gt;A imaginação é a janela do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;então vou aproveitar cada pedacinho&lt;br /&gt;fofinho dessas nuvens branquinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Roux&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://santina.deviantart.com/" peppycount="33"&gt;Santina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2399486195507553061?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2399486195507553061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2399486195507553061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2399486195507553061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2399486195507553061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/nas-nuvens.html' title='Nas nuvens'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/StZwTWl80nI/AAAAAAAAGZs/NXMsnGPdxxo/s72-c/have_you_ever_been_on_the_sky__by_Santina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-5472998634553588023</id><published>2009-10-12T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:20:07.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O jardim de uma criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/StNWbiX_D1I/AAAAAAAAGYs/klVciznyP2s/s1600-h/Little_Garden_by_zeiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748209976479570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/StNWbiX_D1I/AAAAAAAAGYs/klVciznyP2s/s320/Little_Garden_by_zeiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O meu coração é um jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Nele eu planto as sementes do bem,&lt;br /&gt;e cultivo uma plantação de amor&lt;br /&gt;regada com harmonia e fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Cada pétala, de flor-em-flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na primavera&lt;br /&gt;floresce o desejo&lt;br /&gt;de voar entre as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;e brincar sem ter medo&lt;br /&gt;No verão&lt;br /&gt;aquece a emoção&lt;br /&gt;de estar ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;segurando em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;No outono&lt;br /&gt;as cores vibram&lt;br /&gt;em tons de laranja&lt;br /&gt;deixando em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;a cega esperança&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;intacto no inverno&lt;br /&gt;para espalhar a colheita&lt;br /&gt;do amor eterno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração é um jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Com pássaros voando sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;na sintonia dançante do vento.&lt;br /&gt;Meu jardim, meu refúgio&lt;br /&gt;onde as palavras são encantadas&lt;br /&gt;onde a alegria não tem fim...&lt;br /&gt;Ah coração palpitante !&lt;br /&gt;és o meu belo jardim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DAS CRIANÇAS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tamy.Roux&lt;br /&gt;imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://zeiva.deviantart.com/" peppycount="34"&gt;zeiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-5472998634553588023?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5472998634553588023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=5472998634553588023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5472998634553588023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5472998634553588023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-jardim-de-uma-crianca.html' title='O jardim de uma criança'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/StNWbiX_D1I/AAAAAAAAGYs/klVciznyP2s/s72-c/Little_Garden_by_zeiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-871297815235095259</id><published>2009-10-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:32:36.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SsqGhbwwsII/AAAAAAAAGYU/bYYtZr-QHUk/s1600-h/cherry_love_%5BConverted%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389267813048299650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SsqGhbwwsII/AAAAAAAAGYU/bYYtZr-QHUk/s400/cherry_love_%5BConverted%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amor,&lt;br /&gt;se pode me ouvir grite agora em meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;se pode fraquejar deixe-me tonta,&lt;br /&gt;se tem o poder de matar...mate-me !&lt;br /&gt;mas não se cale, não se esconda de mim,&lt;br /&gt;nem tente me fazer compreender o vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se está aqui faça-me chorar,&lt;br /&gt;se fugiu de mim, pode voltar ?&lt;br /&gt;Não fique triste comigo...tolices acontecem !&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei tua, com toda a força da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Preciso amar...preciso amar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Roux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-871297815235095259?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/871297815235095259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=871297815235095259&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/871297815235095259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/871297815235095259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SsqGhbwwsII/AAAAAAAAGYU/bYYtZr-QHUk/s72-c/cherry_love_%5BConverted%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2658788153044440314</id><published>2009-09-11T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:02:16.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cascalho vermelho {II}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sqr8dFqKRvI/AAAAAAAAGXI/BC6GIF3H0nI/s1600-h/Drowning_Sun_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380390281512896242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sqr8dFqKRvI/AAAAAAAAGXI/BC6GIF3H0nI/s200/Drowning_Sun_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ver o sol me deixa mais feliz, é como se ele estivesse aquecendo minha alma só de eu apreciá-lo. &lt;em&gt;"Lindo sol".&lt;/em&gt; Ele me ajuda a escapar do mundo por alguns minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É tão difícil ser adulto, é tão difícil entender a vida...mas também é difícil ser criança e tentar entender os adultos".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu cresci sonhando e sendo modelada como uma escultura pelos meus desejos , eu tentava entender a minha agonia em crescer e hoje tento entender porque cresci tão rápido, eu não tive tempo de fazer tudo, eu não brinquei o suficiente e não tive tempo de amadurecer &lt;em&gt;"Não... não !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda apreciando o sol eu me perguntei: "Por que todos mentem ?". A vida é uma mentira, as pessoas vivem em uma peça teatral...dão risada quando o que querem é chorar, choram para enganar, dizem que está tudo bem quando tudo está caindo, e quando tudo está realmente bem querem mais. &lt;em&gt;" Por quê ?"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento me senti velha demais para sonhar, e deixei lágrimas de dor escorrer em meu rosto. Tentei imaginar alguém com as minhas dores e fiquei aliviada &lt;em&gt;"Eu sou normal, eu sou".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que algo deu errado ? será que tudo o que eu fiz foi um engano ? como eu poderia ter certeza ? eu não tinha certeza de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei o tempo correr lentamente, tantas coisas para pensar, tantas perguntas, tantas respostas, deixei os meus olhos fechados e ouvi uma linda canção que dizia:&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't kid yourself, And don't fool yourself (Não brinque consigo, E não se engane)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Conclui em segundos que eu ainda posso brincar, ainda posso correr, ainda posso ser criança, ainda posso crescer, ainda posso gritar, chorar, amar, odiar e esperar...esperar e conseguir, mas jamais poderei brincar comigo mesma e nem me enganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Meu cascalho precisa funcionar direito, ele precisa da minha força e dos meus sonhos".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei das minhas responsabilidades e dos meus deveres, e assim sai do devaneio. Passarem-se apenas 5 minutos, e eu me desliguei por horas em minha mente, saltei num pulo da cama e corri para o banho. Meus dias corridos passavam num piscar de olhos. Balbuciei até o guarda-roupa e me vesti sem olhar o que era... trabalho era o próximo passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Roux 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O post anterior é o início da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2658788153044440314?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2658788153044440314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2658788153044440314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2658788153044440314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2658788153044440314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-cascalho-vermelho-ii.html' title='O cascalho vermelho {II}'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sqr8dFqKRvI/AAAAAAAAGXI/BC6GIF3H0nI/s72-c/Drowning_Sun_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-382884978061958319</id><published>2009-09-08T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:15:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cascalho vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SqmkOqy4AII/AAAAAAAAGWM/sw7RApF6WTE/s1600-h/heart_of_stone__by_desperate_bid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380011801783566466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SqmkOqy4AII/AAAAAAAAGWM/sw7RApF6WTE/s200/heart_of_stone__by_desperate_bid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foi um erro ! Foi um erro !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo que eu conseguia ouvir da sua boca, enquanto os meus olhos perseguiam as estrelas, enquanto as paredes se moviam em uma sincronia instável. Passou o tempo em que eu me deixava levar pelas emoções, não sou mais aquela tola dos contos de fada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me enterrei em buracos fantasmagóricos, eu me adaptei a pessoas fúteis, mesmo tentando escapar, de alguma forma, eu me entreguei ao lado patético do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E bla bla bla...bla bla bla..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo já estava em seu devido lugar, resolvi ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;A noite estava vazia e eu não conseguia entender o meu ódio, tentei saborear o silêncio do momento e cantarolar alguma canção antiga, mas tudo que conseguia fazer era chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me considerei uma mulher fatal, voraz, segura e normal, nunca até aquele momento...repentinamente tudo mudou, das lágrimas nasceram gargalhadas cruéis.&lt;br /&gt;Trajetando em uma rua escura, contando os passos em segundos, parei. Algo fora do normal surgiu em minha mente (mesmo não sabendo discernir o normal) , &lt;em&gt;"será que a loucura me tomou de vez",&lt;/em&gt; não dei crédito ao pensamento cretino e continuei.&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar em casa, liguei o computador e fui tomar um leite gelado. Naveguei pelas páginas de notícias e me cansei no mesmo minuto (odeio tédio), li o final de um livro, carreguei o travesseiro da cama para a poltrona, ouvi música clássica, em seguida Black Metal, visitei alguns amigos em suas páginas pessoais e depois fiquei parada olhando o papel de parede da tela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Agora meu coração é uma pedra, um objeto de sobrevivência...um cascalho vermelho"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento tolo.&lt;br /&gt;A noite dizia seu último adeus, a lua começava a ficar tímida e o vento a mudar seu destino quando decidi deitar ...Quando decidi &lt;em&gt;"NOVOS PLANOS".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tamy.Roux 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-382884978061958319?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/382884978061958319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=382884978061958319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/382884978061958319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/382884978061958319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-cascalho-vermelho.html' title='O cascalho vermelho'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SqmkOqy4AII/AAAAAAAAGWM/sw7RApF6WTE/s72-c/heart_of_stone__by_desperate_bid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2255248686564556513</id><published>2009-09-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:15:17.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SqBpC7ZJVKI/AAAAAAAAGVc/kpwOdnXHRic/s1600-h/around_the_bend__by_indiae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377413454104188066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SqBpC7ZJVKI/AAAAAAAAGVc/kpwOdnXHRic/s200/around_the_bend__by_indiae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posso ouvir a voz do amor sussurrando em meu ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Posso tocar o invisível e sentir todas as sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Posso querer e poder ... Poder e querer mais&lt;br /&gt;Com amor e sorte, desejar um mundo, desejar a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Acalmar meu coração nas noites sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Com amor e sorte&lt;br /&gt;Trazer todos os sonhos para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;La vie est à vivre. Ose rêver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy Santos&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://indiae.deviantart.com/"&gt;indiae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2255248686564556513?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2255248686564556513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2255248686564556513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2255248686564556513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2255248686564556513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-and-luck.html' title='Love and Luck'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SqBpC7ZJVKI/AAAAAAAAGVc/kpwOdnXHRic/s72-c/around_the_bend__by_indiae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-977823511945826701</id><published>2009-08-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:45:40.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeing from the world in my dreams !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/So1EKrrJAOI/AAAAAAAAGT8/5iQCuUoHHg8/s1600-h/ec9493939a8a4ff9901504ab196f91ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372024880835920098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 160px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/So1EKrrJAOI/AAAAAAAAGT8/5iQCuUoHHg8/s200/ec9493939a8a4ff9901504ab196f91ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Senti meu corpo leve&lt;br /&gt;como uma pluma jogada ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;Senti meus olhos se fecharem&lt;br /&gt;e adormeci nas sombras das nuvens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo era tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas se olhavam&lt;br /&gt;com sinceridade nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;sem máscaras escondidas&lt;br /&gt;sem armas para atacar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tão estranho&lt;br /&gt;como vivemos em uma peça teatral&lt;br /&gt;onde não existe papel principal&lt;br /&gt;mas todos querem o lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até tentei disfarçar minhas loucuras&lt;br /&gt;mas fui tomada por um súbito desejo&lt;br /&gt;de gritar...de gritar...de gritar !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Roux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-977823511945826701?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/977823511945826701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=977823511945826701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/977823511945826701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/977823511945826701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/fleeing-from-world-in-my-dreams.html' title='Fleeing from the world in my dreams !'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/So1EKrrJAOI/AAAAAAAAGT8/5iQCuUoHHg8/s72-c/ec9493939a8a4ff9901504ab196f91ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8764486804850671895</id><published>2009-08-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:34:31.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sn9ojmrd4DI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/RN41ZBmjKec/s1600-h/324897187ca9bef15392b2af10ee14d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124241736491058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sn9ojmrd4DI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/RN41ZBmjKec/s200/324897187ca9bef15392b2af10ee14d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu apenas consegui me enxergar&lt;br /&gt;e encontrei em meus olhos uma razão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu descobri que precisava me mover&lt;br /&gt;para lugares mais elevados&lt;br /&gt;então, com toda a minha força&lt;br /&gt;tomei coragem e pulei do chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decolei do lugar mais alto,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a minha razão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas encontrei a minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Daqui de cima verei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;e onde a força do amor&lt;br /&gt;Me dirá para ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como se geleiras fossem meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração o oceano, e meu corpo um portal.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me solitária quando penso naqueles&lt;br /&gt;que não acreditam na capacidade de voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas deixei o vento acariar meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Sem me preocupar com nada&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me libertei das algemas&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo nos força a usar&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma desvendou-se fora da mente&lt;br /&gt;e minha mente encontrou um novo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://lady-dementia.deviantart.com/"&gt;Lady-Dementia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8764486804850671895?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8764486804850671895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8764486804850671895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8764486804850671895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8764486804850671895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sn9ojmrd4DI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/RN41ZBmjKec/s72-c/324897187ca9bef15392b2af10ee14d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-948801338105624128</id><published>2009-07-20T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:37:52.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SmXgYnda3GI/AAAAAAAAGJY/DLRG3eJ2yuU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360937644968303714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SmXgYnda3GI/AAAAAAAAGJY/DLRG3eJ2yuU/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SmXgY1R8kyI/AAAAAAAAGJg/9Wh_w_KdEpA/s1600-h/Sweet_Strawberry_by_FleurRoux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360937648678277922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SmXgY1R8kyI/AAAAAAAAGJg/9Wh_w_KdEpA/s200/Sweet_Strawberry_by_FleurRoux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Houve um dia em que cheguei a conclusão do que eu realmente queria, do que eu realmente precisava para me sentir completa. Depois desse dia decidi meu futuro, sem sequer planejá-lo, apenas deixei o sonho fluir em minha mente, tomando conta de todo o meu ser. Chega a parecer poético e dramático, mas é real...A maior paixão que guardamos dentro de nós é real. A minha arte de fotografar é a minha maior paixão, e sinto que a minha percepção para o mundo fica mais aguçada a cada click...Eu simplesmente amo a fotografia, e a fotografia simplesmente me chama !&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é um poema sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não estou no fim, e quando eu pensar que cheguei no fim, será o momento de recomeçar...e viver eternamente da minha arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: By Me - Fotografia e edição &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha galeria com alguns trabalhos &lt;a class="u" href="http://fleurroux.deviantart.com/"&gt;FleurRoux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-948801338105624128?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/948801338105624128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=948801338105624128&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/948801338105624128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/948801338105624128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-arte.html' title='Minha arte'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SmXgYnda3GI/AAAAAAAAGJY/DLRG3eJ2yuU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-1894296901659094571</id><published>2009-07-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:04:35.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SlqmbXIWljI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/yEgYu52rRjs/s1600-h/efc5798b0506beced7c89a12bd3478ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! doce brisa da noite&lt;br /&gt;Choro os versos que vão&lt;br /&gt;Canto os versos que vêm&lt;br /&gt;A procura do alívio&lt;br /&gt;Para minha mente&lt;br /&gt;poética e afoita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como um pássaro afônico&lt;br /&gt;Dançando em nuvens perigosas&lt;br /&gt;Onde houve outrora esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Hoje existe apenas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Leve-as.&lt;br /&gt;Leve-as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamy.Roux&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://dina-bv.deviantart.com/"&gt;Dina-bv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-1894296901659094571?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1894296901659094571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=1894296901659094571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1894296901659094571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1894296901659094571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-poem.html' title='Old Poem'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-864174638466612927</id><published>2009-06-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:06:05.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living it's feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SkRAFqS9ktI/AAAAAAAAGAw/2hpdLzm4WqE/s1600-h/I_feel_it_all__by_Be_at.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472723220337362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SkRAFqS9ktI/AAAAAAAAGAw/2hpdLzm4WqE/s320/I_feel_it_all__by_Be_at.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna bring back the good old times&lt;br /&gt;I see beauty...I feel love,&lt;br /&gt;But when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;the doors of hell will open&lt;br /&gt;You're my hell&lt;br /&gt;You're my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Where the angels scream&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;for loving you...&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;for loving you...&lt;br /&gt;You're God or Lucifer?&lt;br /&gt;You're my sky or my hell ?&lt;br /&gt;You're my life or my destruction ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamires Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-864174638466612927?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/864174638466612927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=864174638466612927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/864174638466612927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/864174638466612927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-its-feel_25.html' title='Living it&apos;s feel'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SkRAFqS9ktI/AAAAAAAAGAw/2hpdLzm4WqE/s72-c/I_feel_it_all__by_Be_at.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-5153844115882139344</id><published>2009-06-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:06:37.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in me !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SkA4tRyF5sI/AAAAAAAAFvs/QN123c4CJYs/s1600-h/vespertine_III_by_missdanifilth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu vou eliminar cada pedacinho de ti&lt;br /&gt;cada restinho de dor alojada em mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou encarar os meus medos de frente&lt;br /&gt;e devolver a luz aos meus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou esmagar a minha angustia&lt;br /&gt;e acariciar os meus sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Vou renovar toda a minha história&lt;br /&gt;e preencher todo esse tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu tente em vão&lt;br /&gt;eu vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;depois de todo esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;sem conseguir amar&lt;br /&gt;e com a frieza no coração...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou esquecer&lt;br /&gt;que um dia a vida foi solidão&lt;br /&gt;sem você...que me deixou sem chão&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me envenenar de alegria&lt;br /&gt;quando o sol me iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou esquecer que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivi para te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabafo: Tamires Santos&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://missdanifilth.deviantart.com/"&gt;missdanifilth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-5153844115882139344?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5153844115882139344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=5153844115882139344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5153844115882139344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/5153844115882139344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-believe-in-me.html' title='I believe in me !!!'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-1551635963256261659</id><published>2009-06-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:52:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Said I Loved You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Si8IuY3kqUI/AAAAAAAAFaU/8FGDY_n_CLo/s1600-h/My_Key_by_backlitstranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345500875754613058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Si8IuY3kqUI/AAAAAAAAFaU/8FGDY_n_CLo/s400/My_Key_by_backlitstranger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Disse que te amava,&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é mais do que amor,&lt;br /&gt;o que sinto aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;é algo incompreensível,intenso e infinito...&lt;br /&gt;Disse que te amava,&lt;br /&gt;mas o que seria o amor agora ?&lt;br /&gt;o que seria querer estar em seus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Abraçando a felicidade desejada ?&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei em você&lt;br /&gt;tantas razões para sorrir&lt;br /&gt;tantas alternativas para seguir&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passou, mas as lágrimas ficaram&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei fingir&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei compreender&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse tempo sem você&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse tempo sufocando meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Com toda minha alma eu tentei em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Enganar meus desejos, minha sede,&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade de correr para longe&lt;br /&gt;E procurar um novo sentido no amor&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como podem meras palavras explicar o que sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Todas as canções me levam a você&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus pensamentos são seus&lt;br /&gt;Cada vitória é como se você estivesse aplaudindo&lt;br /&gt;E isso me dá forças para continuar&lt;br /&gt;Disse que te amava&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu sei que você é mais&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;que jamais será arrancada.&lt;br /&gt;Disse que te amava&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu menti&lt;br /&gt;é mais do que amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabafo - Tamires Santos&lt;br /&gt;Imagem - by &lt;a class="u" href="http://backlitstranger.deviantart.com/"&gt;backlitstranger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-1551635963256261659?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1551635963256261659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=1551635963256261659&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1551635963256261659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1551635963256261659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/said-i-loved-you.html' title='Said I Loved You...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Si8IuY3kqUI/AAAAAAAAFaU/8FGDY_n_CLo/s72-c/My_Key_by_backlitstranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2432479400662910232</id><published>2009-05-28T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:05:40.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sh8xnhyGC9I/AAAAAAAAFYI/cRfVxjTyVWo/s1600-h/8b0c90e891bc9f90bf1a1444e0408c6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341042238237838290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sh8xnhyGC9I/AAAAAAAAFYI/cRfVxjTyVWo/s400/8b0c90e891bc9f90bf1a1444e0408c6f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não existe remédio&lt;br /&gt;para a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Mas existe a cura&lt;br /&gt;para o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Não existe volta&lt;br /&gt;para o destino&lt;br /&gt;Mas existe a escolha&lt;br /&gt;antes de caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos respirar&lt;br /&gt;em uma guerra&lt;br /&gt;Mas podemos apreciar o sol&lt;br /&gt;e andar na praia&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos voar&lt;br /&gt;Mas podemos sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos ter uma certeza&lt;br /&gt;Mas podemos ter esperança&lt;br /&gt;Não existe uma máquina do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas existem as lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamires Santos&lt;br /&gt;Imagem:by &lt;a class="u" href="http://trixypixie.deviantart.com/"&gt;TrixyPixie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2432479400662910232?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2432479400662910232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2432479400662910232&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2432479400662910232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2432479400662910232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/souvenirs.html' title='Souvenirs...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/Sh8xnhyGC9I/AAAAAAAAFYI/cRfVxjTyVWo/s72-c/8b0c90e891bc9f90bf1a1444e0408c6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-3146022174825251820</id><published>2009-05-13T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:06:21.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sensação da felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SgtaRjGs_7I/AAAAAAAAFSI/JwY7hd63tLo/s1600-h/It__s_too_late__by_puss__in__boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335457441078116274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SgtaRjGs_7I/AAAAAAAAFSI/JwY7hd63tLo/s400/It__s_too_late__by_puss__in__boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando você acorda e percebe que existem pessoas especiais, você aprende a valorizar o sentido da palavra vida... e entende que viver é compartilhar o amor, com os amigos, com a família e com pessoas maravilhosas. Pessoas que preenche o vazio do seu coração, arrancando de ti um simples sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;É tão maravilhoso se sentir assim, como se a escuridão infinita chegasse ao fim, como se depois da neblina encontrasse um arco-iris e depois da chuva ácida viesse as pétalas de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu poderia fazer com tanta leveza em meu ser, além de agradecer por tudo que tenho, por todas as pessoas que existem na minha vida, por todas as vitórias, por tudo que ainda virá e por viver ?! VIVER...A coisa mais maravilhosa que existe.&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia eu chorei por algo ou alguém...chorei e choraria quantas vezes fossem necessárias, para contemplar a felicidade de sentir o alivio, sentir a leveza, sentir que tudo passou e está preparada para o amanhã. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be happy always, no matter how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagem:by &lt;a class="u" href="http://puss--in--boots.deviantart.com/"&gt;puss--in--boots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-3146022174825251820?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3146022174825251820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=3146022174825251820&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3146022174825251820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3146022174825251820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/sensacao-da-felicidade.html' title='A sensação da felicidade...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SgtaRjGs_7I/AAAAAAAAFSI/JwY7hd63tLo/s72-c/It__s_too_late__by_puss__in__boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-3239043012088811847</id><published>2009-04-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:06:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na direção dos sonhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SfkEe-vGoUI/AAAAAAAAFLM/B-QHIvzCkIg/s1600-h/DReaMs_by_day_light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330296564252844354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SfkEe-vGoUI/AAAAAAAAFLM/B-QHIvzCkIg/s400/DReaMs_by_day_light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meus pensamentos estão girando aleatóriamente. Eu esqueci de tudo e decidi prosseguir...sem medo ! Medo ?!? Do quê afinal ? Essa palavra está invisível no dicionário da minha vida.Eu tenho vontades loucas, sem sentido, mas que para mim são fantásticas, e que de alguma forma me completará. É disso que eu preciso, me sentir completa, em todos os sentidos... Pode parecer ganância mas eu quero muito mais do que tenho, não falo de coisas materiais, apesar de algumas serem necessárias, mas de sonhos e metas, que aos poucos estão sendo alcançados.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a não planejar nada.&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar um sol e vê-lo nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar uma flor e vê-la crescer.&lt;br /&gt;E o mais importante, aprendi a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma sequência: Querer, persistir, esperar e ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"O futuro pertence àqueles que acreditam na beleza de seus sonhos." (Elleanor Roosevelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Imagem: by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://day-light.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;day-light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-3239043012088811847?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3239043012088811847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=3239043012088811847&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3239043012088811847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3239043012088811847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/na-direcao-dos-sonhos.html' title='Na direção dos sonhos.'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SfkEe-vGoUI/AAAAAAAAFLM/B-QHIvzCkIg/s72-c/DReaMs_by_day_light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-8472195105422199956</id><published>2009-04-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:42:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Prince...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SeaZHtV-XkI/AAAAAAAAFGM/MkRa6RelOp4/s1600-h/Le_Petit_Prince_by_pupazzoso.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325111967122087490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SeaZHtV-XkI/AAAAAAAAFGM/MkRa6RelOp4/s400/Le_Petit_Prince_by_pupazzoso.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje eu quero homenagear as crianças, não é dia 12 de outubro, mas para mim todos os dias são das crianças...a cada segundo que respiramos nasce uma nova vida, um novo ser, uma nova esperança e um nova razão de acreditar que tudo é possivel. Hoje eu voltei a ser criança por alguns minutos, revivendo tudo que sonhei um dia e sentindo a esperança palpitar em meu coração...Se você acredita no valor de uma criança, feche os olhos e deixe aquele sorriso sapeca percorrer a sua face, sonhe, vá além da sua imaginação e voe...Eu posso, você pode ...o mundo pode !!! É difícill compreender uma criança quando se é adulto, mas lembre-se ( você já foi pequenino e precisou da mesma compreensão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos conhecem o famoso ' Pequeno Príncipe' criado pelo Exupéry...claro que nem todos lembram perfeitamente da história enigmática e metafórica contada em um livro poético e filosófico, um livro para deixar qualquer um pensando em tudo que já viveu. Mas sei que todos, quando criança, gostaram, e poucos já adulto, gostam...No fundo ainda somos crianças, sonhamos como crianças e temos algo que na infância não trouxemos para fase adulta...algo mágico, fantasioso, porém real ( só a alma da criança é verdadeira e pura)...Muitas vezes eu entrava em devaneios lembrando de coisas da infância, desejos que para mim eram fáceis de realizar, sonhava com uma legião de fadas ajudando as crianças da rua, aviões transportando comida para os pobres e para os animais perdidos...* sim, tudo fruto da minha pequena imaginação que já era fértil*. Mas aquilo era prazeroso, era inefável, uma vontade louca de crescer e realizar todos esses desejos (para mim era preciso ser adulta para conseguir realizar todos os sonhos possíveis) e realmente é preciso...o fato é que quando chegamos a fase adulta esquecemos de tudo que queríamos quando éramos crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está nas mãos das crianças, elas são sábias, sinceras e persistentes. Toda criança faz o possível e o impossível para realizar algo, com amor, vontade e dedicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou finalizar com a dedicatória que Exupéry deixou no livro " O pequeno príncipe":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Peço perdão às crianças por dedicar este livro a uma pessoa grande. Tenho uma desculpa séria: essa pessoa grande é o melhor amigo que possuo no mundo. Tenho uma outra desculpa: essa pessoa grande é capaz de compreender todas as coisas, até mesmo os livros de criança. Tenho ainda uma terceira: essa pessoa grande mora na França, e ela tem fome e frio. Ela precisa de consolo. Se todas essas desculpas não bastam, eu dedico então esse livro à criança que essa pessoa grande já foi. Todas as pessoas grandes foram um dia crianças. (Mas poucas se lembram disso.) Corrijo, portanto, a dedicatória: A LÉON WERTH (quando ele era pequenino)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-8472195105422199956?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8472195105422199956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=8472195105422199956&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8472195105422199956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/8472195105422199956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-prince_15.html' title='The Little Prince...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SeaZHtV-XkI/AAAAAAAAFGM/MkRa6RelOp4/s72-c/Le_Petit_Prince_by_pupazzoso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-1176013147444740917</id><published>2009-04-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:21:47.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamúria'/><title type='text'>Distant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SeOscBP2d9I/AAAAAAAAFF0/wIbVm-CVVfQ/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288781853292498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SeOscBP2d9I/AAAAAAAAFF0/wIbVm-CVVfQ/s400/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far away from me and close to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo deve estar ficando louco, ou amar é um distúrbio da insensatez humana; não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não procuro entender, apenas sinto a presença de uma pessoa que está distante... (parece loucura),mas essa pessoa mora em mim, nos meus sonhos, nos meus lábios e no meu corpo. A distância poderia acabar com a paixão, mas percebi que ela alimenta e é algo que não tem fim, consumindo toda a energia da alma. Isso é AMOR ??? AINDA o amo? Talvez eu saiba...mas prefiro continuar resistindo ao inevitável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Todo mundo é capaz de dominar uma dor, exceto quem a sente.' William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://333bracket.deviantart.com/"&gt;333bracket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-1176013147444740917?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1176013147444740917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=1176013147444740917&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1176013147444740917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/1176013147444740917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/distant_13.html' title='Distant'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SeOscBP2d9I/AAAAAAAAFF0/wIbVm-CVVfQ/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-3076363930506853898</id><published>2009-03-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:49:38.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without saying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SdAQ8ERyC0I/AAAAAAAAE64/gkQwWl29GNA/s1600-h/86297b44682f282a1e269979b7c84b59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769784051075906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SdAQ8ERyC0I/AAAAAAAAE64/gkQwWl29GNA/s400/86297b44682f282a1e269979b7c84b59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não quer falar&lt;br /&gt;Ele precisa refletir&lt;br /&gt;Ele precisa acordar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não quer respostas&lt;br /&gt;Ele precisa entender&lt;br /&gt;Ele precisa procurar&lt;br /&gt;Na carícia das minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;No olhar perdido ao vão&lt;br /&gt;Eu imaginei tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;E aqueci minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Com meu suave abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não quer fugir&lt;br /&gt;Ele está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer sentir&lt;br /&gt;Apenas seguir&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamires Santos&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: moonbride by &lt;a class="u" href="http://noirfeu.deviantart.com/"&gt;NoirFeu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-3076363930506853898?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3076363930506853898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=3076363930506853898&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3076363930506853898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/3076363930506853898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/without-saying.html' title='without saying...'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SdAQ8ERyC0I/AAAAAAAAE64/gkQwWl29GNA/s72-c/86297b44682f282a1e269979b7c84b59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-952813274896669998</id><published>2009-03-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:25:19.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SbchljCkboI/AAAAAAAAE10/lHySIDjKOFE/s1600-h/bd3a84b60bb8a85ee4fac24f786b3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311751214451682946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SbchljCkboI/AAAAAAAAE10/lHySIDjKOFE/s400/bd3a84b60bb8a85ee4fac24f786b3667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitada nas nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto o amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto a dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto as lamúrias&lt;br /&gt;Desse meu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto sem rima&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto por cima&lt;br /&gt;Nesse velho canto&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto sem pauta&lt;br /&gt;Cantando as notas&lt;br /&gt;Dessa canção divina&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha nas nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Saboreando as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Nesse céu descanso&lt;br /&gt;Sou anjo&lt;br /&gt;Sou criança&lt;br /&gt;E com esperança&lt;br /&gt;continuo cantando...&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;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tamires Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://manips-of-artist2.deviantart.com/"&gt;manips-of-artist2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-952813274896669998?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/952813274896669998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=952813274896669998&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/952813274896669998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/952813274896669998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/canto.html' title='Canto'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SbchljCkboI/AAAAAAAAE10/lHySIDjKOFE/s72-c/bd3a84b60bb8a85ee4fac24f786b3667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4511908175072695858</id><published>2009-02-26T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:05:14.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SaaE5LFDHZI/AAAAAAAAEuM/6LQsnKHYJXI/s1600-h/Dreams_by_AnnMei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307075328664083858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SaaE5LFDHZI/AAAAAAAAEuM/6LQsnKHYJXI/s320/Dreams_by_AnnMei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu coração está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Tentando se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento está ferido&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;No vazio da noite&lt;br /&gt;encontrei um refúgio&lt;br /&gt;Nas sombras do destino&lt;br /&gt;imaginei o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Claro&lt;br /&gt;Cinza&lt;br /&gt;Simples&lt;br /&gt;Quero vivê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;Viver em meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar sem medo&lt;br /&gt;do lado obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;A dor do amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela eu não seria&lt;br /&gt;quem hoje eu sou&lt;br /&gt;sigo.&lt;br /&gt;sonho.&lt;br /&gt;canto.&lt;br /&gt;Me perco&lt;br /&gt;Me encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tamires Santos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagem: Dreams by &lt;a class="u" href="http://annmei.deviantart.com/"&gt;AnnMei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-4511908175072695858?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4511908175072695858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4511908175072695858&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4511908175072695858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4511908175072695858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinto.html' title='Sinto'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SaaE5LFDHZI/AAAAAAAAEuM/6LQsnKHYJXI/s72-c/Dreams_by_AnnMei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-2387244084745127330</id><published>2009-02-22T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:14:42.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem pressa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SaFZ0aBM4vI/AAAAAAAAEn8/_yBbq1bPl_k/s1600-h/ff6f6c565de435e82196e642d9894f26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305620592891585266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SaFZ0aBM4vI/AAAAAAAAEn8/_yBbq1bPl_k/s320/ff6f6c565de435e82196e642d9894f26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu rezo, olhando para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Correndo atrás das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Que se deslocam no infinito&lt;br /&gt;Da minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;Eu imploro aos anjos&lt;br /&gt;Asas para voar&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso fugir&lt;br /&gt;Tentar esquecer o que resta&lt;br /&gt;Preciso correr&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo...sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Eu esqueci de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por um bom tempo&lt;br /&gt;Até cair no abismo&lt;br /&gt;E enxergar a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Continuei correndo sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;E encontrei a luz na imensidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tamires Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagem: field of innocence by &lt;a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/"&gt;freaky665&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-2387244084745127330?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2387244084745127330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=2387244084745127330&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2387244084745127330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/2387244084745127330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-pressa.html' title='Sem pressa'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SaFZ0aBM4vI/AAAAAAAAEn8/_yBbq1bPl_k/s72-c/ff6f6c565de435e82196e642d9894f26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-7066306292336676184</id><published>2009-02-18T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:02:51.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZy8mMn0zrI/AAAAAAAAEl0/6b8bKiWAA10/s1600-h/a01abc416900fa4b8b1d3d5cfb496330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304321825544916658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZy8mMn0zrI/AAAAAAAAEl0/6b8bKiWAA10/s400/a01abc416900fa4b8b1d3d5cfb496330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não que eu seja religiosa...&lt;br /&gt;mas acredito na fé , na vontade&lt;br /&gt;de querer e conseguir...&lt;br /&gt;Persistir até chegar no ponto desejado,&lt;br /&gt;sem cessar...sem desistir !&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, eu posso...&lt;br /&gt;Isso parece cansativo né,&lt;br /&gt;mas assim seu desejo estará&lt;br /&gt;mais próximo do que espera,&lt;br /&gt;pensamento positivo&lt;br /&gt;é o ingrediente especial.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar...querer...poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sonhar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: by &lt;a class="u" href="http://teanah.deviantart.com/"&gt;Teanah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-7066306292336676184?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7066306292336676184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=7066306292336676184&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/7066306292336676184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/7066306292336676184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/mantra.html' title='Mantra'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZy8mMn0zrI/AAAAAAAAEl0/6b8bKiWAA10/s72-c/a01abc416900fa4b8b1d3d5cfb496330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-4548624331520012269</id><published>2009-02-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:52:36.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZC5ZEImp8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/I23idAKXMV0/s1600-h/1774477525336a5d0db376835de3ef92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300940601672771522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZC5ZEImp8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/I23idAKXMV0/s200/1774477525336a5d0db376835de3ef92.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei de todas as cores&lt;br /&gt;De todas as formas&lt;br /&gt;De todos os sabores&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei uma entre mil&lt;br /&gt;Senti seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;No corpo o arrepio&lt;br /&gt;No rosto o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;No olhar uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Na vida a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que viver é uma dádiva&lt;br /&gt;No céu um arco-iris&lt;br /&gt;No mar o barquinho de papel&lt;br /&gt;Nas flores o meu aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Para fugir desse mundo cruel&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Na voz a melodia&lt;br /&gt;E no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A flor de cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamires Santos ©2009&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: y &lt;a class="u" href="http://sa-cool.deviantart.com/"&gt;sa-cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-4548624331520012269?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4548624331520012269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=4548624331520012269&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4548624331520012269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/4548624331520012269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZC5ZEImp8I/AAAAAAAAEg8/I23idAKXMV0/s72-c/1774477525336a5d0db376835de3ef92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111415219727543760.post-604272785163790342</id><published>2009-02-06T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:54:16.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZNk6H34AWI/AAAAAAAAEhs/QKY2W2IUstI/s1600-h/Homeless_by_xxchange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301692136053801314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZNk6H34AWI/AAAAAAAAEhs/QKY2W2IUstI/s200/Homeless_by_xxchange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esqueci do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Saboreando o meu cantar&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Estive sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para o céu&lt;br /&gt;O balé das andorinhas&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Buscando respostas&lt;br /&gt;Para um novo mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamires Santos ©2009&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Homeless by &lt;a class="u" href="http://xxchange.deviantart.com/"&gt;xxchange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111415219727543760-604272785163790342?l=thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/feeds/604272785163790342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111415219727543760&amp;postID=604272785163790342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/604272785163790342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111415219727543760/posts/default/604272785163790342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-tyelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensar.html' title='Pensar'/><author><name>Tamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635484453854086305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVZYaB9maXE/TuKWd-RS14I/AAAAAAAAJqQ/aIuANo5Ol4U/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F-KQWxEo0SE/SZNk6H34AWI/AAAAAAAAEhs/QKY2W2IUstI/s72-c/Homeless_by_xxchange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
