<?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-4469439685873415469</id><updated>2012-01-26T23:30:38.698-02:00</updated><category term='Zé do caixão'/><category term='dunno'/><category term='vegetal'/><category term='o assunto que eu odeio comentar'/><category term='l'/><category term='tango'/><category term='hércules'/><category term='tremedeira'/><category term='Bright Eyes'/><category term='homofobia racismo pedofilia'/><category term='amigos?'/><category term='Van Halen'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='_l_n_'/><category term='artificialmente natural'/><category term='amigos meus'/><category term='semana chata'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='A Fire Inside'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='life'/><category term='colores'/><category term='sonho'/><category term='conselhos furados'/><category term='Efeito Borboleta'/><category term='we kept it safe and slow'/><category term='obrigada'/><category term='titãs'/><category term='um pouco de poesia'/><category term='árvore seca'/><category term='descontentamento'/><category term='sete vidas'/><category term='somewhere'/><category term='my life as expected'/><category term='não te suporto mais'/><category term='ricky is gay'/><category term='Cooper'/><category term='cursive'/><category term='meu malvado favorito'/><category term='vontade'/><category term='futuro'/><category term='morte'/><title type='text'>Charuto com Absinto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sempre que você estiver mal,pense nas coisas boas que você está planejando, e que se hoje está tudo ruim, no futuro estará tudo bem.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not comming back tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;carry on.. carry on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5624234160108650554?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5624234160108650554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/sempre-que-voce-estiver-malpense-nas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5624234160108650554'/><link rel='self' 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quem???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-4762800157260063966?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4762800157260063966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-no-meio-de-tanta-gente-nao-encontrei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4762800157260063966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4762800157260063966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-no-meio-de-tanta-gente-nao-encontrei.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8358310249131757632</id><published>2012-01-15T01:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:54:54.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um pouco de poesia&lt;br /&gt;uma caneta e um pedaço de papel&lt;br /&gt;talvez um copo cheio&lt;br /&gt;um cigarro aceso&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de solidão&lt;br /&gt;um pedaço de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;misturado com melancolia e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso só pensando&lt;br /&gt;pensando em ter&lt;br /&gt;o que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;o que não quero&lt;br /&gt;o que espero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8358310249131757632?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8358310249131757632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-pouco-de-poesia-uma-caneta-e-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8358310249131757632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8358310249131757632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-pouco-de-poesia-uma-caneta-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1367739454370706314</id><published>2012-01-14T21:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:23:36.069-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i sneak to your bed to pour salt on your wounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1367739454370706314?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1367739454370706314/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1261018522817706328</id><published>2012-01-14T21:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:15:51.393-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we kept it safe and slow'/><title type='text'>the quiet things</title><content type='html'>E a quanto tempo eu não mexia&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que estava guardado&lt;br /&gt;Que eu achei que estivesse esquecido&lt;br /&gt;E os discos cheio sde pó&lt;br /&gt;mal conseguem tocar no rádio&lt;br /&gt;Mas por sorte ainda rodam&lt;br /&gt;E a música entra em meus ouvidos como poesia sangrenta e melancolica&lt;br /&gt;A alegrai é a mascara da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Seguir em frente é legal, mas nem sempre o essencial&lt;br /&gt;É bom lembrar&lt;br /&gt;E ver que tá&lt;br /&gt;faltando&lt;div 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H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6206712239396715530</id><published>2012-01-12T21:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:24:22.168-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não sofro e confundo um pouco tudo jfsdhysuajhgyghujkm&lt;br /&gt;sei lá&lt;br /&gt;queria&lt;br /&gt;sinceridade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6206712239396715530?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-415386487454052530</id><published>2012-01-12T21:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:20:28.052-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E todo sentimento que antes parecia acessível e gostoso, hoje parece estar bem distante e quase desaparecido..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-415386487454052530?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/415386487454052530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-todo-sentimento-que-antes-parecia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/415386487454052530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/415386487454052530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-todo-sentimento-que-antes-parecia.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6725682736937553921</id><published>2011-09-25T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:29:10.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu me amo por nao ter ressaca :))))))))))&lt;div&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/4469439685873415469-6725682736937553921?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6725682736937553921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-me-amo-por-nao-ter-ressaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6725682736937553921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6725682736937553921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-me-amo-por-nao-ter-ressaca.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1957147730289365023</id><published>2011-09-23T01:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:26:07.280-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Depois de pouca conversa, com poucos caracteres e muito crédito, nem fiquei tão pensativa.&lt;div&gt;Depois de olhar fotos.. fiquei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é saudade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"É aquilo que fica de quem não ficou"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curti essa definição que achei aleatoriamente no Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a gente sente saudades, é porque valeu a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se valeu a pena, não há motivos para chateação e tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É normal ficarmos tristes por sentir saudades..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triste por não poder estar com tal pessoa, por saber que não mais viverá tal momento, ou pela incerteza deste fato..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O lado bom é que.. sentimos saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque se não a sentissemos, não teríamos vividos bons momentos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argffdsf &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4469439685873415469-1957147730289365023?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1957147730289365023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1957147730289365023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1957147730289365023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5975723522145461389</id><published>2011-09-19T01:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:15:26.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>desabafo</title><content type='html'>Feliz&lt;div&gt;Cheia de expectativas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paz&lt;/div&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/4469439685873415469-5975723522145461389?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5975723522145461389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/09/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5975723522145461389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5975723522145461389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/09/desabafo.html' title='desabafo'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6946578509585088974</id><published>2011-08-17T23:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:26:42.245-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'>Novo Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Postado em http://secretbasedoze.blogspot.com&lt;div&gt;Por mim mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gOf76G7ocg/Tkx4IGtysdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GJEW7Z1G1VI/s400/IMG_508888.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642016513825354194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 100, 100); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi gente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, hoje aconteceu algo que me deixou meio pensativa e inspirada a escrever sobre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nem ia postar aqui, neste blog, mas decidi postar pois aqui mais pessoas lerão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Primeiramente peço licensa aos ateus ou as pessoas que discordam do meu pensamento. É meu pensamento, então, o que pode ser"verdade universal" para mim, pode não ser para você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje eu acordei e minha mãe me disse que um senhor havia morrido, uma pessoa conhecida pelos meus pais, avós e amigos. Uma pessoa de extrema sabedoria. Não convivi com ele, meus avós conviveram um pouco, mas os poucos momentos que todas as pessoas que o conheciam passaram com ele, foram ternos (é a impressão que me passam).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha avó foi no enterro, que não foi aqui em Santos, e muitas outras pessoas daqui foram para prestar seus pêsames e ter um último momento com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha mãe me disse que minha avó havia dito que ele estava no caixão calmo e sereno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso representa muitas coisas, pelo menos para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois disso, minha mãe me falou que ele já sabia que sua jornada aqui na Terra estava acabando, e deu esse "comunicado" a todas as pessoas presentes em um determinado dia em um determinado evento. E ele disse que estava muito feliz, pois finalmente se encontraria com o Criador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu falei: "Mãe, como pode alguém ser assim? Ficar em feliz em morrer? Encontrar com o Criador? Você não tem medo da morte?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha mãe me respondeu dizendo: "Já tive mais. Tenho um pouco, mas.. todos iremos morrer um dia! Cabe a nós aceitar.. É inevitável."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, cabe a nós aceitar esse fato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele escolheu encará-lo da MELHOR forma possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava FELIZ em morrer.. não lutaria contra.. se esse fosse o desejo de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso me fez pensar, um pouco tarde, mas fez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já tive tanto medo, mas tanto medo da morte.. que eu já deixei de fazer certas coisas por conta disto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podemos sim, viver com medo, deixando tudo passar porque iremos morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas também podemos viver nossas vidas encarando o fato de que morrer é inevitável e, não temê-la nos faz viver bem melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se encararmos a vida na Terra como somente um começo de uma vida na eternidade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como somente um caminho para chegar ao nosso verdadeiro caminho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como algo tão bom quanto estar vivo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas coisas bem melhores do que nossa casa, bens, família e amigos encontraremos no paraíso? Tantas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só não podemos desperdiçar nossas vidas na Terra com a ilusão de que morrer nos leva ao paraíso, pois isso só dependerá do que somos aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia que Ele quiser que eu vá, eu terei de ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não for, estarei me matando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Por Vilã Marih Dragoa Ruiva&lt;/div&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/4469439685873415469-6946578509585088974?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6946578509585088974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/novo-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6946578509585088974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6946578509585088974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/novo-mundo.html' title='Novo Mundo'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gOf76G7ocg/Tkx4IGtysdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GJEW7Z1G1VI/s72-c/IMG_508888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3075954620871583677</id><published>2011-08-15T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T01:00:29.928-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooper'/><title type='text'>Y do I luv u so much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ImOVpNCFA/TkiZyQ1XNXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/930SZ9Yw5Pc/s1600/tumblr_lka48rHbb51qflhugo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ImOVpNCFA/TkiZyQ1XNXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/930SZ9Yw5Pc/s400/tumblr_lka48rHbb51qflhugo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640927622072841586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3075954620871583677?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3075954620871583677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-do-i-luv-u-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3075954620871583677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3075954620871583677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-do-i-luv-u-so-much.html' title='Y do I luv u so much?'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ImOVpNCFA/TkiZyQ1XNXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/930SZ9Yw5Pc/s72-c/tumblr_lka48rHbb51qflhugo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1674217174381991036</id><published>2011-08-08T22:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:53:55.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Eu sonho todos os dias com desejos reprimidos.&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias eu desejo não acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque a realidade dói um pouco..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sonhar me faz tão bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1674217174381991036?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1674217174381991036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1674217174381991036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1674217174381991036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6586070346286973886</id><published>2011-08-06T02:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:24:21.791-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cursive'/><title type='text'>Love you anymore</title><content type='html'>Sei lá, baixei de novo o cd "Mama, I'm Swollen" do Cursive que deixei de escutar por relacioná-lo a uma certa época de minha vida que sinto.. vergonha hahaha&lt;div&gt;O CD é bom demais para relacionar a coisa tão babacas que não acrescentaram em nada a minha vida. Por isso que eu baixei, para ver se consigo mudar isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hlPDUlreibE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6586070346286973886?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6586070346286973886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-you-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6586070346286973886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Mundo Imundo</title><content type='html'>E esse mundo todo errado&lt;div&gt;Em que rei que brinca é pedófilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse mundo todo errado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em que o amor entre mesmo sexo é condenado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse mundo todo errado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em que todos se julgam do bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem pensar que estão julgando todos mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sem enxergar que seus valores estão invertidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A doença se torna a cura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor se torna pecado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse mundo o que há de errado são as pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem faz esse mundo são os imundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem tenta melhorar, é condenado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É massacrado, é apredrejado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É queimado, é enforcado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde já se viu amar ser pecado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde já se viu cor determinar caráter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém se livra do lixo que a escola impõe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas todos podem educar os filhos dos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal, com quem conviverá os seus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal, que mundo você quer para eles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3732297385419326555?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3732297385419326555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/mundo-imundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3732297385419326555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3732297385419326555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/08/mundo-imundo.html' title='Mundo Imundo'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-7827066148616631601</id><published>2011-07-17T01:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:09:51.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;O que seria de mim sem Alice Cooper e Van Halen? Eu sei que nasci na época errada, mas se não tivesse conhecido essas duas bandas que tanto mudaram a minha vida e o meu gosto musical, eu talvez continuaria tingindo meu lindo cabelo de roxo e continuaria usado meu bottom do Dashboard Confessional na bolsa.. (tá...)&lt;div&gt;Caralho, obrigada por existirem, sério, to muito feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu humor mudou hoje, e foi por causa da minha ida ao cinema, porque eu lembrei do show do Cooper e porque estou ouvindo Van Halen.. Tudo bem, isso tudo foi possível porque eu me permiti a melhorar.. mas tem coisas que ajudam nisso! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-7827066148616631601?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7827066148616631601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-seria-de-mim-sem-alice-cooper-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7827066148616631601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7827066148616631601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-seria-de-mim-sem-alice-cooper-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-4215400579662891037</id><published>2011-06-27T01:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:20:32.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inutil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-4215400579662891037?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4215400579662891037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/06/inutil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4215400579662891037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4215400579662891037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/06/inutil.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3238575053207487693</id><published>2011-06-25T01:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:48:47.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>2 years without mj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--W2jVHnrfTI/TgVoAR9nykI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1blWYGMkrx0/s1600/in-the-closet-michael-jackson-6958396-950-1205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--W2jVHnrfTI/TgVoAR9nykI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1blWYGMkrx0/s400/in-the-closet-michael-jackson-6958396-950-1205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622014063873083970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Another day has gone/I'm still all alone/How could this be?/You're not here with me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;You never said good-bye/Someone tell me why/Did you have to go?/And leave my world so cold?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Every day I sit and ask myself/How did love slip away?/Something whispers/In my ear and says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;That you are not alone/I am here with you/Though you're far away/I am here to stay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;You are not alone/I am here with you/Though we're far apart/You're always in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are not alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3238575053207487693?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3238575053207487693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-years-without-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3238575053207487693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3238575053207487693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-years-without-mj.html' title='2 years without mj'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--W2jVHnrfTI/TgVoAR9nykI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1blWYGMkrx0/s72-c/in-the-closet-michael-jackson-6958396-950-1205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8154389575969407827</id><published>2011-05-22T20:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:19:46.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou com dor de cabeça e vou dormir sem fazer o que eu queria ter feito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8154389575969407827?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8154389575969407827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/05/estou-com-dor-de-cabeca-e-vou-dormir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8154389575969407827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8154389575969407827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/05/estou-com-dor-de-cabeca-e-vou-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-7835229904742736095</id><published>2011-05-08T01:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:52:56.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're so negligibe.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can forget you SOON!&lt;br /&gt;I don't why I remembered you today, but..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-7835229904742736095?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5963758181699115415</id><published>2011-04-29T19:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:21:35.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WOULD DO EVERYTHING TO HAVE YOU HERE AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5963758181699115415?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5963758181699115415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-would-do-everything-to-have-you-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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term='obrigada'/><title type='text'>Agradecimento</title><content type='html'>Eu queria escrever TANTAS coisas, mas NÃO CONSIGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá..&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria MUITO que você lesse isso, muito, muito.. !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-763276631692118416?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/763276631692118416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/agradecimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/763276631692118416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/763276631692118416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/agradecimento.html' title='Agradecimento'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6882677552501528032</id><published>2011-04-28T21:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:01:24.509-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Ouvidos</title><content type='html'>Eu queria indireitar as coisas, colocá-las em seu devido lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer o que eu queria ter dito, chorar o quanto eu queria ter chorado.&lt;br /&gt;Queria por um momento ser ouvida sem ser julgada.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que tentassem entender meus sentimentos, meus sofrimentos, minha felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que as coisas não se movem, os dias vão passado, o sol nasce e se põe..&lt;br /&gt;Queria por um momento que esse ciclo passasse mais devagar para percebê-lo melhor..&lt;br /&gt;Tentar aproveitar mais o tempo que ainda me resta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6882677552501528032?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6882677552501528032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/ouvidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>ohmyring</title><content type='html'>"Eu acho que eu estaria totalmente disposta a fazer algo que possa me prejudicar por um lado, mas que possa me levar um outro tipo de realidade, que eu adoraria viver, por outro.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez minha disposição me ajudaria em muitas coisas..&lt;br /&gt;Eu estaria totalmente disposta a amar alguém que talvez não possa me dar o que preciso, mas só de saber que consigo te amar mesmo assim, eu já estaria um pouco feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Por um único momento, esse sentimento pareceu único.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que seria legal.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentaria mudar sua mente e etc..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não daria certo, eu acredito que não mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas seria um desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Estar com você é um desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria mais desafios como este, com você."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2435785646107923824?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2435785646107923824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohmyring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2435785646107923824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2435785646107923824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohmyring.html' title='ohmyring'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6548067114268541004</id><published>2011-04-27T22:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:30:35.913-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Halen'/><title type='text'>I little bit of true</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There's a time and place for everything, for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;We can push with all our might&lt;br /&gt;But nothing is gonna come&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is gonna change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6548067114268541004?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-7361125884917693687</id><published>2011-04-26T01:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:45:23.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me surpreendo com a sua cara de pau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-7361125884917693687?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7361125884917693687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-surpreendo-com-sua-cara-de-pau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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that you don't deserve my atencion.&lt;br /&gt;You like playing with feelings, and IHATE people like that.. 'cause I believed you and now I know you don't deserve ANYTHING that comes from me. You are a SHIT and you know what we do with shit?! Throw it off.... and I know you will never understand my words because you think you are AWESOME! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANY WORD I AM TYPING NOW!!!! you don't deserve the air you breathe when you are at the same room as me. I WANT MY FEELINGS TO BE THIS WAY BUT I WANNA HATE YOU AT ALL... BUT I AM NOT DOING IT.............. I HATEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTT ALLLLLLLLLL PLEASE, GET OUT OF MY LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5407860651808444966?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5407860651808444966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanted-you-to-know-that-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5407860651808444966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5407860651808444966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanted-you-to-know-that-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8391268811913895906</id><published>2011-04-23T04:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:26:35.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna make it work..&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY want..&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be hurt like I always do!&lt;br /&gt;Why cn't you see what I mean?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8391268811913895906?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8391268811913895906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-make-it-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8391268811913895906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8391268811913895906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-make-it-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2386138919666165170</id><published>2011-04-15T18:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T18:52:02.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes a gente sente algo por alguém e acha que essa pessoa nem liga pra você, ou nem se lembra mais.. Quando por um momento você se surpreende e vê qué é totalmente o contrário! O foda é: como saber? Sendo sincera tendo a chance de quebrar a cara ou simplesmente tentar esquecer esperando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2386138919666165170?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2386138919666165170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-gente-sente-algo-por-alguem-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2386138919666165170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2386138919666165170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-gente-sente-algo-por-alguem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2058395890859378330</id><published>2011-03-23T22:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:32:19.952-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fire Inside'/><title type='text'>...But home is nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle&lt;br /&gt;Everyday another small piece can't be found&lt;br /&gt;I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit!&lt;br /&gt;Pieced together incomplete and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2058395890859378330?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2058395890859378330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-home-is-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2058395890859378330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2058395890859378330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-home-is-nowhere.html' title='...But home is nowhere'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6321645726217480525</id><published>2011-03-11T22:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:29:02.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><title type='text'>metade</title><content type='html'>Eu lembro quando, por um momento, eu consegui o que eu queria (por mais dificuldades que eu tenha enfrentado).&lt;br /&gt;Quando essa dificuldade não foi problema, eu tive que estragar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;É que foi diferente, sei la..&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu vou rir disso amanhã!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6321645726217480525?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6321645726217480525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/03/metade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6321645726217480525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6321645726217480525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/03/metade.html' title='metade'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5660121078197492681</id><published>2011-02-04T18:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:33:48.214-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descontentamento'/><title type='text'>E quando..</title><content type='html'>Você acha que vai dar tudo certo dessa vez e não dá?&lt;br /&gt;Seu esforço não valeu tanto a pena?&lt;br /&gt;Tentar só te fez mais pessimista?&lt;br /&gt;E o otimismo ó atrapalhou mais?&lt;br /&gt;Você se vê longe de seus objetivos?&lt;br /&gt;E longe das pessoas que gosta?&lt;br /&gt;Você só quer que pelo menos uma coisa dê certo na vida?&lt;br /&gt;Chorar só aumenta a dor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5660121078197492681?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5660121078197492681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5660121078197492681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5660121078197492681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-quando.html' title='E quando..'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8443198044368581350</id><published>2011-01-26T02:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:12:41.579-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='_l_n_'/><title type='text'>a_o_e</title><content type='html'>The only thing I need to learn how to do&lt;br /&gt;Is living on my own&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not always that&lt;br /&gt;Someone will be there for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm going to be for a longe time.&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn&lt;br /&gt;how to live&lt;br /&gt;on my&lt;br /&gt;own&lt;br /&gt;beacuse I'm&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a                                                             l&lt;br /&gt;                 o                                                                                                         n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8443198044368581350?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8443198044368581350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/aoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8443198044368581350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8443198044368581350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/aoe.html' title='a_o_e'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6442544726700780693</id><published>2011-01-26T01:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:01:40.190-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o assunto que eu odeio comentar'/><title type='text'>Namoros e afins</title><content type='html'>Ficar sozinho é normal, mas enjoa..&lt;br /&gt;Ver tantas pessoas juntas e felizes dá inveja.&lt;br /&gt;Por que não ser feliz também?&lt;br /&gt;Porque buscamos a felicidade em coisas que não estão próximas de nós..&lt;br /&gt;E isso vive em constante mudança pois tenho certeza que quem é solteiro procura  felicidade em um namoro e quem está namorando acha que vai ser feliz fazendo outra coisa, pois já tem aquilo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não querendo fugir do assunto mas já fugindo..&lt;br /&gt;O que será que as pessoas esperam em um parceiro?&lt;br /&gt;Beleza, sexo, amor, parceiria ou apenas diversão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo tanta gente namorando por muito tempo e não se sente feliz com isso.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, continua namorando para ter de evitar outro problema: a separação. Ainda mais a separação de uma pessoa que convive a tanto tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu repito a pergunta: o que você espera de um namoro?!&lt;br /&gt;A beleza já normal, o sexo garantido, a parceiria inevitável ou a diversão nem sempre alcançada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6442544726700780693?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6442544726700780693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/namoros-e-afins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6442544726700780693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6442544726700780693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/namoros-e-afins.html' title='Namoros e afins'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5541848793400190167</id><published>2011-01-24T01:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:17:52.728-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos meus'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de Vinícius</title><content type='html'>Amigos meus, está chegando a hora&lt;br /&gt;Em que a tristeza aproveita para entrar&lt;br /&gt;E todos nós vamos ter que ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Pra vida lá fora continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que toma mais uma no bar&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre um outro&lt;br /&gt;Que vai direitinho pro lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem também&lt;br /&gt;Uma sala que está vazia&lt;br /&gt;Sem luz, sem amor, sombria&lt;br /&gt;Prontinha pro show voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em novo dia&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai se ver novamente&lt;br /&gt;A sala vai encher de gente&lt;br /&gt;Pra gente comemorar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5541848793400190167?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5541848793400190167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-pouco-de-vinicius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5541848793400190167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5541848793400190167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-pouco-de-vinicius.html' title='Um pouco de Vinícius'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1293377654867934697</id><published>2011-01-18T01:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:43:50.384-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árvore seca'/><title type='text'>Eu sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://portalliteral.terra.com.br/_banco/img/1238772868_arvore_seca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://portalliteral.terra.com.br/_banco/img/1238772868_arvore_seca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande árvore sem suas folhas esperando pela próxima estação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1293377654867934697?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1293377654867934697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1293377654867934697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1293377654867934697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-sou.html' title='Eu sou'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6400686479441258373</id><published>2011-01-14T11:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:39:53.051-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não te suporto mais'/><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>Não estou mais suportando a sua indiferença, a sua má educação, o seu jeito de folgado, o fato de você não se importar mais com ninguém e só batalhar pelas suas coisas, seu egoísmo, seu modo de achar que sempre está certo... Não estou mais suportando VOCÊ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6400686479441258373?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6400686479441258373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6400686479441258373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6400686479441258373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-4734337403598333577</id><published>2011-01-14T01:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:52:30.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu PRECISO conversar com alguém, sério.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-4734337403598333577?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4734337403598333577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5397642680573701466</id><published>2011-01-14T01:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:49:59.904-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos?'/><title type='text'>Amizade?</title><content type='html'>"Te ligo a hora que eu desejar.&lt;br /&gt;Para falar besteiras ou sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos para lá.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ler, ver tv e conversar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair daqui nem que seja para ir na esquina ou comprar pão na padaria.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos comigo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para isso que servem os amigos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5397642680573701466?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3954780193415881873</id><published>2011-01-08T21:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:18:35.617-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetal'/><title type='text'>vegetal</title><content type='html'>As vezes eu me sinto um vegetal que não consegue falar com ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;E que também ninguém tenta falar porque sabem que vegetais não falam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto um vegetal que só exala um cheiro de algo algum.&lt;br /&gt;Um vegetal que só precisa de água e comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto um vegetal que ninguém se importa pois sabem que vegetais não têm sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto um nada, dentro de todo esse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eles não sabem é o quão importante é um vegetal no planeta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3954780193415881873?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3954780193415881873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/vegetal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3954780193415881873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3954780193415881873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2011/01/vegetal.html' title='vegetal'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-4529101349141155778</id><published>2011-01-06T21:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:50:33.298-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunno'/><title type='text'>um momento de reflexão</title><content type='html'>não sei o que escrever =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-4529101349141155778?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-7227052344715217156</id><published>2010-12-28T01:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:13:38.507-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Demorou mas eu descobri porque eu sofria demais com tudo.&lt;div&gt;Pensar demais adoece as pessoas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas sinta e seja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-7227052344715217156?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7227052344715217156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/12/demorou-mas-eu-descobri-porque-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7227052344715217156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7227052344715217156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/12/demorou-mas-eu-descobri-porque-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3521715155437625803</id><published>2010-12-01T19:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:05:40.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>There's no hope 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope at home&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope with my friends&lt;br /&gt;So, where is my hope?&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope inside a speech&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope in a heart&lt;br /&gt;full of deceptions and broken feelings&lt;br /&gt;You're not always there&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be there&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to get up&lt;br /&gt;And be more and more&lt;br /&gt;But I just tried and look back&lt;br /&gt;The past I've made&lt;br /&gt;The past I always wanted to change..&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not strong now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3521715155437625803?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3521715155437625803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/12/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3521715155437625803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3521715155437625803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2168772545850697467</id><published>2010-12-01T19:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:51:55.941-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>Coisas que eu fiz tarde demais:&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer The Get Up Kids&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir The Beatles realmente&lt;br /&gt;Gostar de Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Me arrumar melhor&lt;br /&gt;Ter espinhas&lt;br /&gt;Estudar&lt;br /&gt;Escolher minha faculdade (ainda indefinida?)&lt;br /&gt;Ler Dom Casmurro&lt;br /&gt;Querer ter um tipo de relacionamento normal com a minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Ir a uma psicologa&lt;br /&gt;Procurar motivo para as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Consegui ter minha "liberdade"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2168772545850697467?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2168772545850697467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/12/list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2168772545850697467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2168772545850697467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/12/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8991878789246290386</id><published>2010-11-23T20:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:59:28.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E quantas vezes eu sonhei mas acordei mas vi mas não acreditei mas sei que não é mais do que um sonho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8991878789246290386?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5219272729516658499</id><published>2010-10-28T22:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:32:28.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I love all my ex-lovers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5219272729516658499?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5219272729516658499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-love-all-my-ex-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5219272729516658499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5219272729516658499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-love-all-my-ex-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1033002824728283864</id><published>2010-09-27T00:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:23:36.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu gosto de me sentir assim, só não gosto do tempo que dura esse sentimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1033002824728283864?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1033002824728283864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-gosto-de-me-sentir-assim-so-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1033002824728283864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1033002824728283864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;e que há uma imensidão fora daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje olharei para as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;E terei vontade de entrar no mar a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou olhar para a praia,&lt;br /&gt;Caminharei na areia,&lt;br /&gt;Pensando o que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje serei alguém diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém tocada pelo mundo fora do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém bem longe daqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2313532263863214776?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2313532263863214776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-eu-vou-dormir-em-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>É normal sentirmos falta de alguém que não lembramos de conhecer?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que você só conhece por fotos, mas não consegue se lembrar dela?&lt;br /&gt;Parece sem senso o que estou dizendo, mas eu sinto isso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta de alguém que dizem que me amava muito.&lt;br /&gt;E nosso amor é visto em fotos e vídeos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria me lembrar de pelo menos alguma marca dela, algum sorriso, alguma fala.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada me vem na cabeça, nenhuma lembrança, nenhuma brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;"Eu só queria ter o momento de dizer "Eu te amo" (talvez de novo)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8787975127271581281?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8787975127271581281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6796455367073118956</id><published>2010-09-04T00:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:49:49.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ê charutão!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu to que to com vontade de voce..&lt;br /&gt;blogzinho danado de bom quando eu to nessas horas, pensativa demais!&lt;br /&gt;Se bem que eu nao sei escrever tudo com tudo, dai fica essa coisa, nada com nada e ninguem entende, mas quem tem que entender mesmo sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu achei que tava tudo decidido, eu sei quem eu sou, do que sou capaz, sei o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Boom. Vem essa maldição pra cima de mim, como uma força maior.&lt;br /&gt;To fora do ingles, agora do teatro e vou começar a aprender a dirigir.&lt;br /&gt;Entrei nunm grupo de dança, mudei o horario do meu cursinho, e to fazendo yoga de novo.&lt;br /&gt;No começo de tudo isso, fiquei feliz demais!&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora, tá tudo voltando de novo, nao sei mais o que mudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6796455367073118956?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6796455367073118956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-charutao-hoje-eu-to-que-to-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6796455367073118956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6796455367073118956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-charutao-hoje-eu-to-que-to-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1239341770138980057</id><published>2010-08-08T20:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:32:43.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu malvado favorito'/><title type='text'>Despicable Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/TF8-XpQlaeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/h2XfTooHMDU/s1600/filme-meu-malvado-favorito-1278876769222_560x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503185845603363298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/TF8-XpQlaeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/h2XfTooHMDU/s400/filme-meu-malvado-favorito-1278876769222_560x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor filme do ano de 2009, na minha opinião, foi "UP - Altas Aventuras"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 está apenas no meio, mas já elegi o filme "Meu Malvado Favorito" como o melhor do ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidencia os dois serem animação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que não, essas animações são simplesmente demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O engraçado é que eu fui em uma sessão a noite, tipo 21 horas, achando que ia ter menos gente, por ser animação e as crianças sempre irem mais a tarde no cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me enganei! A fila estava quilometrica e nem era o 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fato é que animações da Disney não agradam somente as crianças, e sim todas as idades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acho isso demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse filme é lindo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAREM DE IR AO CINEMA SOMENTE PARA ASSISTIR A SAGA CREPUSCULO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assista algo que preste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4469439685873415469-1239341770138980057?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1239341770138980057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/08/despicable-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1239341770138980057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1239341770138980057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/08/despicable-me.html' title='Despicable Me'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/TF8-XpQlaeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/h2XfTooHMDU/s72-c/filme-meu-malvado-favorito-1278876769222_560x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8688002407803579511</id><published>2010-07-16T01:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:36:26.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu quero curtir todos os momentos de minha vida, mas isso não faz com que meus sonhos se modifiquem!&lt;br /&gt;Relax, I'm still the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;...lover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8688002407803579511?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8688002407803579511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-quero-curtir-o-momento-mas-isso-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8688002407803579511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8688002407803579511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-quero-curtir-o-momento-mas-isso-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2333431180760518637</id><published>2010-07-16T01:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:35:32.129-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artificialmente natural'/><title type='text'>mais uma de quebra</title><content type='html'>Aqui está escuro, e eu tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está frio, e eu estou tremendo.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim há um vazio, mas que nunca é preenchido.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me sinto fria, talvez eu realmente seja.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto de canto, paralisada.&lt;br /&gt;Os movimentos não falam por mim, eles somente transmitem o que eu queria ser.&lt;br /&gt;E.. eu penso demais, por isso me sinto tão artificial.&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos minhas expressões fossem reais.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez meu rosto não seja como você esperava.&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus sentimentos são verdadeiros, pode apostar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2333431180760518637?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2333431180760518637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/mais-uma-de-quebra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2333431180760518637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2333431180760518637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/mais-uma-de-quebra.html' title='mais uma de quebra'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3318967828063424849</id><published>2010-07-16T01:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:28:22.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É tão engraçado, ou triste, você ver a foto de alguém que você conhece e nem ao menos se lembrar do tom de voz da pessoa. Simplesmente se esquecer que um dia você chegou a lembrar dela com frequência. Simplesmente nem saber mais que lugares vocês realmente gostavam de ir e que tipo de assuntos vocês constumavam conversar. Nem se dar conta de que se viam todos os dias mas, só agora que simplesmente não se veem mais, você nota sua falta.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez isso chama-se amnésia, mas eu ainda acredito que seja "perda de contato"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3318967828063424849?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3318967828063424849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-tao-engracado-ou-triste-voce-ver-foto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3318967828063424849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3318967828063424849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-tao-engracado-ou-triste-voce-ver-foto.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-8931463202078069308</id><published>2010-06-17T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:26:32.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>now i'm upset</title><content type='html'>but it's because i want my mommy back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-8931463202078069308?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/8931463202078069308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-im-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8931463202078069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/8931463202078069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-im-upset.html' title='now i&apos;m upset'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6856331122265422796</id><published>2010-06-05T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:05:55.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>As vezes a gente tem vontade de fazer tanta coisa, e guarda pra si. E na hora de falar para alguém, é mal interpretado.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, vontade é vontade. Vontade não diz como alguém é por inteiro. Cada um tem suas vontades!!&lt;br /&gt;Corajoso é aquele que diz o que quer fazer, ou que faz o que tem vontade! HAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6856331122265422796?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6856331122265422796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-gente-tem-vontade-de-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6856331122265422796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6856331122265422796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vezes-gente-tem-vontade-de-fazer.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5813662007498479233</id><published>2010-05-25T22:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:33:30.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É tão comum a gente querer ser o que o outro é e sempre achar que ser do jeito que ele é seria mais legal.&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando me pego pensando em alguém que tem o conhecimento e a vivência que eu queria ter e fico naquele pensamento.. vendo como aquela pessoa é maravilhosa e que eu nem chego aos pés dela.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho muitos sonhos, e todos os dias antes de dormir me imagino fazendo tudo que eu queria fazer! E eu gosto tanto de fazer isso que eu as vzes nem gosto de dormir porque meus sonhos se desviam disso.&lt;br /&gt;As vzes eu penso que eu não devo ser uma boa atriz e que nunca poderei ser.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eu vejo que fotografia é uma coisa para quem tem um olhar muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que ser psicologa forense não deve ser tão facil assim de se engolir.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me contento com alguns elogios na hora, mas depois fico pensando e querendo aprimorar. Mas sempre bate o desanimo. Isso que eu odeio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja cansei de ficar triste toda hora pelas mesmas coisas. Mas para mim é inevitavel. Parece que eu nao consigo viver sem essas reflexões diárias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser fodona em pelo menos uma coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5813662007498479233?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5813662007498479233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-tao-comum-gente-querer-ser-o-que-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5813662007498479233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5813662007498479233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-tao-comum-gente-querer-ser-o-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6741902826641278069</id><published>2010-05-24T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:56:04.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='um pouco de poesia'/><title type='text'>INSPIRAÇÃO É BOM BOM</title><content type='html'>Os sonhos batem na minha porta.&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou lá, vendo televisão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar, quero sair daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou para la mas.. não encontro ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero ver quem eu não conheço, sair com quem eu amo e viver com quem eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para ser olhos, me sentir assustada.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo bem dado até você ficar sem fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu olhar penetrar dentro de mim e enxergar muito além das suas linhas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero te pegar, te sentir, te cheirar até sugar todas as suas energias e você ficar inodoro.&lt;br /&gt;Te ver tão bem, te ler completamente.. te ver transparente.&lt;br /&gt;Tocar seu coração e sentir os batimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor que sentir, sentir, sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. mas as suas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;São lindas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o seu toque e ver a beleza que isso me tras.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Espere....&lt;br /&gt;Eu.. espero.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco!&lt;br /&gt;Ou nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você está aí.&lt;br /&gt;E que daqui a pouco estará.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6741902826641278069?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6741902826641278069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiracao-e-bom-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6741902826641278069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6741902826641278069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiracao-e-bom-bom.html' title='INSPIRAÇÃO É BOM BOM'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1320387951045263784</id><published>2010-05-24T20:20:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:45:05.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conselhos furados'/><title type='text'>Eu te aconselho a não ler</title><content type='html'>"Mas se conselho fosse bom seria vendido!"&lt;br /&gt;Eu não penso assim, mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tantas pessoas diferentes, e quase todas frenéticamente vivendo como acha que o outro viveria ou como acha que é certo. Sentando ao meu lado no ônibus ou desligando o telefone na minha cara. Eu sempre acreditei: o tempo passa rápido demais, e eu estou cada vez mais me rastejando rumo aos meus objetivos. Me rastejando e dando conselhos para o estranho ao meu lado, sendo que na verdade esses conselhos cabem perfeitamente para mim.&lt;br /&gt;O que acontece é que é fácil falar, o difícil é agir né. E incrível é que para o outro é mais fácil de seguir seu conselho do que você mesmo o próprio conselho. Deu para entender?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá.. as vezes nós só queremos ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou muito boa de conselhos mas as pessoas adoram contar seus descontentamentos para mim e pedir uma luz! Eu em sinto muito bem por isso.. Porque muitas vezes me contam segredos e eu me sinto especial (que ridículo!) E para tentar aconselhar, eu costumo contar alguma história que aconteceu comigo que seja parecida com a situação que a pessoa está vivendo. Daí ela pode aprender com os meus erros e tentar fazer diferente, ou me copiar e se dar bem. Mas quando eu não tenho alguma vivência parecida, eu falo o que eu penso ou o que eu acho que faria.&lt;br /&gt;Só que o mais importante disso tudo as vezes nao somos capazes de enxergar: a nossa felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;O que adianta agir como nos foi aconselhado, se não estamos felizes agindo daquela forma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai já partimos para outro ponto: ligar pra opinião do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu lhes digo:&lt;br /&gt;DANE-SE o outro. Voce ja pensa muito nele.. tanto que sua orelha já deve estar caindo. Pense em voce e viva feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha especialidade: histórias sem fim. Porque, na verdade, escrever não é comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1320387951045263784?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1320387951045263784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-te-aconselho-nao-ler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1320387951045263784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1320387951045263784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-te-aconselho-nao-ler.html' title='Eu te aconselho a não ler'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-57600400203641816</id><published>2010-05-24T20:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:13:54.913-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life as expected'/><title type='text'>so here I go..</title><content type='html'>Finalmente tive um fim de semana agitado!&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira light a la Frans Café.&lt;br /&gt;Sábado cult a la Absurdamente Pagu no Tescom.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo cult a la Mãos na Luva no Coliseu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Frans foi meio que uma sessao nostalgia, mas muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;No sábado foi mais de analise e aprendizado mesmo, pois já havia assistido essa peça.&lt;br /&gt;E no domingo foi por puro desespero pra ir ao teatro.. de vez em quando eu fico assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sei o que dizer e nem sei porque estou postando.. só sei que eu amo o que eu faço e tenho certeza que tudo vai dar certo e vai seguir do jeito que deve ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutem: The Libertine de Patrick Wolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-57600400203641816?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/57600400203641816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/57600400203641816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/57600400203641816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-here-i-go.html' title='so here I go..'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-4865694988651465669</id><published>2010-05-20T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:17:39.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S_Wm1Lz17gI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N6PxECXMdrQ/s1600/Frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 556px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473464354772217346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S_Wm1Lz17gI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N6PxECXMdrQ/s400/Frank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4469439685873415469-4865694988651465669?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4865694988651465669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4865694988651465669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4865694988651465669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S_Wm1Lz17gI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N6PxECXMdrQ/s72-c/Frank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1712476807824145540</id><published>2010-04-23T13:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:30:47.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"quinta-feira, 2 de julho de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3343984490610003751"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-dos-tres.html"&gt;Un, dos, tres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará Ricky Martin?"&lt;em&gt;A sexualidade do cantor Ricky Martin, alvo de constantes rumores, ganha um mais motivo para especulações. Ricky deu uma declaração sobre sua vida amorosa para a revista latina "TV Aqui". "Meu coração pode pertencer a homens e mulheres", conta.Em 2007, um importante empresário do mundo dos cosméticos afirmou que o popstar porto-riquenho é gay. Uma foto de Ricky na praia lado de um amigo misterioso também aumentou o mistério."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aff, as pessoas têm dúvidas do que é óbvio!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não percebeu, isso trata-se de uma postagem antiga que eu fiz aqui.&lt;br /&gt;E há um tempinho aí caiu na mídia a homossexualidade de Ricky Martin. Po, isso já é velho! Ele era bi, agora é homo, tem filhos e era um sex simbol. Parabéns! Ele não é o único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que comecei um assunto gay, vamos lá.&lt;br /&gt;Impossível não perceber essa mudança na sociedade. É muito legal os gays terem espaço e tal.. mas essa questão de sexualidade tá parecendo a "roupa do momento". Ser gay é ser moderno. Estão transformando algo pessoal em algo generalizado. Essa frase nao ficou boa mesmo, mas o que eu quis dizer é que, cada um tem a sua opção, e parece que as pessoas estão escolhendo-as baseado no Serginho do BBB ou seja lá quem for.&lt;br /&gt;Eu defendo os gays, nunca escondi isso.. Eu sou a favor da liberdade de escolha de cada um, que fiquei claro. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais UHAUAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1712476807824145540?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1712476807824145540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/04/quinta-feira-2-de-julho-de-2009-un-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1712476807824145540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1712476807824145540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/04/quinta-feira-2-de-julho-de-2009-un-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-757163969504035262</id><published>2010-04-20T11:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:49:46.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semana chata'/><title type='text'>Pneumonia + Pé engessado</title><content type='html'>Tá, calma, eu to bem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei com princípio de pneumonia semana passada, faltei 1 semana no cursinho e fiquei dormindo durante todo esse tempo. Quinta-feira foi um dia feliz, pois fiquei melhor e decidi voltar a minha rotina. Só que fui impedida de continuar a andar literalmente, pois torci o pé.&lt;br /&gt;Legal né.&lt;br /&gt;Seus amigos vem de outra cidade e voce nem pode ve-los, e nem eles podem vir te ver, isso é legal pra caramba.. eu to pulando, mesmo que de um pé só, de tanta alegria!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dá mó animo de estudar e tal, voces devem saber.. até porque são poucos livros e minha casa é um kit net onde está tudo tão próximo.&lt;br /&gt;To atrasada, to ferrada!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que vou conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intocáveis, lá vou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-757163969504035262?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/757163969504035262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/04/pneumonia-pe-engessado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/757163969504035262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/757163969504035262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/04/pneumonia-pe-engessado.html' title='Pneumonia + Pé engessado'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2779312982617200718</id><published>2010-04-13T23:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:33:32.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muias, muitas coisas para dizer!!</title><content type='html'>Em uma palavra: ADORO OS FILMES DO LECTER!!!!!!111111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2779312982617200718?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2779312982617200718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/04/muias-muitas-coisas-para-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2779312982617200718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2779312982617200718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/04/muias-muitas-coisas-para-dizer.html' title='Muias, muitas coisas para dizer!!'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-7087896302414303610</id><published>2010-03-02T21:11:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:22:32.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright Eyes'/><title type='text'>The first day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S42reanV4jI/AAAAAAAAANU/lKK5h2uVY7s/s1600-h/4c0ada3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S42reanV4jI/AAAAAAAAANU/lKK5h2uVY7s/s400/4c0ada3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444196063589556786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swear I was born right in the doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They're spreading blankets on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I was blind before I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't know where I am, don't know where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know where I want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I thought I'd let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That these things take forever, I especially am slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I realized that I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I wondered if I could come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I remember the time you drove all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just to meet me in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You felt as if you'd just woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you said, "This is the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm glad I didn't die before I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'd probably be happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So if you want to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With these things there's no telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We'll just have to wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I'd rather be working for a paycheck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Than waiting to win the lottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Besides, maybe this time it's different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean I really think you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Essa é uma música do Bright Eyes chamada "The First Day Of My Life", e a imagem acima é uma montagem que eu fiz do clipe da música.&lt;br /&gt;O motivo para eu postá-la? É que eu simplesmente adoro essa música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-7087896302414303610?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7087896302414303610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7087896302414303610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7087896302414303610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-my-life.html' title='The first day of my life'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S42reanV4jI/AAAAAAAAANU/lKK5h2uVY7s/s72-c/4c0ada3c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3689206198531306610</id><published>2010-02-27T00:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:11:47.675-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremedeira'/><title type='text'>Olhos verdes</title><content type='html'>Eu juro que tentei fazer 3 posts diferentes, cada um com um titulo e assunto diferente, mas eu nao gostei de nenhum. Eu curti esse nome, então fica assim mesmo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3689206198531306610?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3689206198531306610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/02/olhos-verdes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3689206198531306610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3689206198531306610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/02/olhos-verdes.html' title='Olhos verdes'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-378531983334422691</id><published>2010-02-20T01:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:31:57.352-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><title type='text'>O que esperar</title><content type='html'>O que me espera esse ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes oportunidades, aprovações nas melhores universidades/faculdades, grandes lembranças, grandes amores ou simples companhias agradáveis e amorosas. Grandes colegas, parceiros ou até amigos. Muitas risadas, muitas lágrimas, muita felicidade. Sorrisos sinceros, mãos bonitas e muita atitude. Elogios, alto estima.. já falei felicidade? Certeza, muitas escolhas bem feitas, opiniões, ajudas necessárias, vencer muitos medos e obstáculos. Não ter medo de se arrsicar, de viver, de tentar. Ficar esperando por um tempo rasoável o ônibus chegar escutando aquelas mesmas músicas do mp3, suspiros e arrependimentos. Se lambusar de sorvete, abraços apertados, roupas bonitas, cantadasem um bar. Brejas, batidas e muita conversa jogada fora. Bares pós-aula, momentos inesquecíveis, presenças fundamentiais. Fotografias, a máquina dos meus sonhos, viagens memoráveis, visitas desejadas, fim de tarde em frente ao mar ou simplesmente com os pés na piscina. Beijos, abraços, apertos de mão. Discussões, conversas, brigas ou simples papos à meia noite. Telefone tocando na madrugada, conselhos bem-vindos, o que fazer? Eu sei. Stress, esgtudos, livros, cadernos, filmes, matemática, teatro, espetáculos, peças e um simples tango bem dançado. Experiências. Cair de bêbada, ser compreendida e respeitada. Amar e ser amada. Confiar e ser uma grande amiga. Tudo de bom, pouco do ruim. Se não for coisa boa, que seja somente pela evolução. Vivências, convivências. Diferenças, respeito, aprender muito de tudo, de todos em todos os lugares e esquinas, por onde passo. Ouvir, sr ouvida. Falar e ser bem entendida. Compreensão total do que é me falado. Diversidade, pontos de vista iguais ou diferentes. Metamorfose ambulante. Saudades do passado, de pessoas, dos amores. Vitórias, conquistas, lutas, desejo, paixão, amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-378531983334422691?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/378531983334422691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/378531983334422691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/378531983334422691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-esperar.html' title='O que esperar'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-4824560248124488016</id><published>2010-01-22T19:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:00:09.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu tive um sonho muito estranho e nem sei descrevê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhava com a mesma coisa, se repetindo e repetindo!&lt;br /&gt;Era tipo uma mulher fazendo alguma coisa, dai eu ia embora e voltava no mesmo lugar e aquela moça fazia a mesma coisa, dai eu ia embora e voltava e acontecia a mesma coisa sempre.. Até eu acordar!&lt;br /&gt;Estranho demais..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-4824560248124488016?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/4824560248124488016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-eu-tive-um-sonho-muito-estranho-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4824560248124488016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/4824560248124488016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-eu-tive-um-sonho-muito-estranho-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-672575395121716963</id><published>2010-01-18T23:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:20:03.838-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titãs'/><title type='text'>A melhor banda de todos os tempos da última semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anarkaos.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/titas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://anarkaos.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/titas1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse sábado eu fui no show do Titãs.. Eu não fiquei ansiosa como costumo ficar pro show dos Paralamas e afins, mas eu queria muito ir! E eu fui.. e foi muito mais que DEMAIS! É incrível o som deles, o show deles, eles!&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente adorei, e como não fui em muitos shows bons em minha vida, esse pra mim é um dos melhores que eu já fui até hoje, passou na frente de Paralamas e do show do Vanguart que eu gostei muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do show, fui marcar presença nos Revivals da vida.. "Please don't go" "Don't you forget about me" "O seu ohar 43, aquele assim.." "Serááá só imaginação" Foi de graça, curti, tava na vibe, foi legal.. mas não melhor que o show LOGICO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena, demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana ae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-672575395121716963?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/672575395121716963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/melhor-banda-de-todos-os-tempos-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/672575395121716963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/672575395121716963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/melhor-banda-de-todos-os-tempos-da.html' title='A melhor banda de todos os tempos da última semana'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5972706680038902193</id><published>2010-01-14T23:28:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:47:42.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Efeito Borboleta'/><title type='text'>Efeito caos</title><content type='html'>Entre alguns filmes que assisti esses dias (Sherlock Holmes, Quase Famosos (2a vez), Veronica, Efeito Borboleta, Marley e Eu (2a vez)) escolhi um em especial pra falar, porque foi o filme que mais me chamou a atenção nos últimos anos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibliblogue.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/praiq_filmes_efeitoborboleta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bibliblogue.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/praiq_filmes_efeitoborboleta3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Efeito Borboleta: &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Evan (Ashton Kutcher) é um jovem que luta para esquecer fatos de sua infância. Para tanto ele decide realizar uma regressão onde volta também fisicamente ao seu corpo de criança, tendo condições de alterar seu próprio passado. Porém ao tentar consertar seus antigos problemas ele termina por criar novos, já que toda mudança que realiza gera consequências em seu futuro."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinose tirada do site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adorocinema.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://adorocinema.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A primeira coisa que você ve ao começar o filme é a seguinte frase: "É dito que algo tão pequeno como o bater das asas de uma borboleta pode causar um tufão do outro lado do mundo." frase utilizada para exemplificar a Teoria do Caos, que é nada mais nada menos do que uma teoria que diz que qualquer ato que você fizer hoje, causará um certo efeito no futuro. Esse frase É o filme. Não tem nada melhor do que essa frase para explicá-lo. Há quem diga que esse filme é complexo e que nunca conseguiu entendê-lo, mas é só você pensar nessa idéia da teoria que você com certeza o entenderá da melhor maneira possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para quem ainda não viu, deve estar achando muito confuso tudo que eu escrevi, mas, resumindo, Evan (o personagem principal) tenta mudar de várias formas o passado para conseguir ter um futuro em que todos estejam bem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E isso tudo.. nos faz pensar nas nossas vidas. Que a gente faz as coisas sem pensar no que poderá acontecer, achando que vai dar tudo do jeito que queremos. Não imaginamos que 1 minuto a mais em nossos atos, podem fazer muitas diferenças em nosso futuro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vale a pena pensar e assistir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5972706680038902193?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5972706680038902193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/efeito-caos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5972706680038902193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5972706680038902193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/efeito-caos.html' title='Efeito caos'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-5445554353550322876</id><published>2010-01-12T01:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:20:05.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entretenimento sem parar</title><content type='html'>É o que prometem os famosos jogos de tabuleiro! E eles não mentem..&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas queridas férias, um dos itens de meu kit de sobrevivência são os meus queridos jogos: banco imobiliário, detetive, cara a cara e Uno. Eu tenho poucos, eu sei.. e o detetive eu comprei antes de ontem! O mais difícil disso tudo é ter com que jogar, já que a minha irmã sempre tá cansada e alguns dos jogos exigem 3 pessoas ou mais =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu joguei Banco Imobiliário e Scotland Yard!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eh muito bom!! O Banco enjoa rápido pois não tem fim!&lt;br /&gt;E Scotland te mata de curiosidade pra saber a solução dos casos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa muito bem vinda nas férias são os famosos jogos de baralho! Porco, buraco e etc.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria saber jogar poquer, e esse é um dos meus planos para 2010! Quero fazer apostas e ganhar muitas fichinhas uahuahahauahuahuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogos queb eu ainda quero comprar/jogar nessas férias:&lt;br /&gt;- War&lt;br /&gt;- Scrabble&lt;br /&gt;- Twister&lt;br /&gt;- Jogo da Vida&lt;br /&gt;- Interpol&lt;br /&gt;- Jenga!!&lt;br /&gt;- Yahtzee&lt;br /&gt;- Banco Imobiliario do Bob Esponja&lt;br /&gt;- Quebra Cabeça&lt;br /&gt;- Jogo dos Conquistadores&lt;br /&gt;- Grande chefão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-5445554353550322876?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/5445554353550322876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/entretenimento-sem-parar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5445554353550322876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/5445554353550322876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/entretenimento-sem-parar.html' title='Entretenimento sem parar'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2071081267312707789</id><published>2010-01-09T00:43:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:51:18.173-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sete vidas'/><title type='text'>Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fadingad.com/blog/SevenPounds_Wallpaper_2_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fadingad.com/blog/SevenPounds_Wallpaper_2_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fazia tempo que não chorava por um filme, pelo que me lembro.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu dei de pegar um dos filmes que meu pai tras pra gente ver, e eu nunca assisto porque são sempre chatos. Entre Operação Valquíria, O dia em que a terra parou e Crepúsculo, o ÚNICO que parecia bom era Sete Vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi meio difícil assistir pois as legendas eram muito mal traduzidas, daí assisti só pelo áudio mesmo, nada impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amei esse filme.. ele é sensacional!&lt;br /&gt;Um homem capaz de dar a sua própria vida para salvar a de outras pessoas.. prova que ainda existem seres humanos bons no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu realmente indico esse filme a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não garanto que você vá chorar, porque eu sou muito chorona, mas pelo menos irá se emocionar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2071081267312707789?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2071081267312707789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-pounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2071081267312707789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2071081267312707789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-pounds.html' title='Seven Pounds'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-978582783471206570</id><published>2009-12-06T01:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:19:46.999-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O amor é algo que cada um sente de um jeito. Tem gente que prefere nem senti-lo. Já outros, vivem por ele. O grande defeito do amor é que ele machuca, e quando machuca e difícil de curar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu já amei tanta coisa, e tanta gente, mas como foi um sentimento momentaneo e peculiar, talvez eu ame hoje diferentemente de como amei antes. &lt;br /&gt;Se ele deixa de existir ou não pelo jeito que foi amado, eu já não posso afirmar claramente, mas posso dizer que o amor muitas vezes é passageiro e poucas vezes eterno!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o eterno é sempre aquele mais intenso. Mesmo que queremos esquecer, ele estará sempre na memória!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-978582783471206570?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/978582783471206570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-amor-e-algo-que-cada-um-sente-de-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/978582783471206570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/978582783471206570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-amor-e-algo-que-cada-um-sente-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-9124848079003606690</id><published>2009-10-04T14:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:33:11.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>Viaje el Sentimiento</title><content type='html'>Quem nunca ouviu um tango ou viu uma dança é um alienado do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não são todos que apreciam esse tipo de música/dança, em geral são pessoas mais velhas e etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre achei uma dança muito linda mas nada além disso, e graças ao meu querido teatro &lt;3, eu pude conhecer um pouco além, e não só conhecer, como também aprender a dançar QQQQQQQHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Tá, eu não danço nada, mas sei um passo básico! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, ontem fui no "Viaje el Sentimiento - Tangos e Boleros".&lt;br /&gt;Tirando o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;showmício&lt;/span&gt; do Papa (prefeito de Santos) foi muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Cantaram e dançaram algumas das músicas mais conhecidas e famosas do tango como La cumparsita e outras que esqueci o nome, hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí vai um video de um eletrotango do Gotan Project que eu to aprendendo a dançar, q HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYjXm63DKQ0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYjXm63DKQ0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-9124848079003606690?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/9124848079003606690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/10/viaje-el-sentimiento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/9124848079003606690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/9124848079003606690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/10/viaje-el-sentimiento.html' title='Viaje el Sentimiento'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2447792673000169550</id><published>2009-09-30T21:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:30:55.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hércules'/><title type='text'>Hércules</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meu filho.. pequeno Hércules!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, eu sou uma criança que, quando pequena, nunca ganhou fitas cassete de desenhos clássicos da Disney tipo Aladin, Dumbo, Cinderela e por isso eu não sei as histórias direito..&lt;br /&gt;É meio triste porque, até hoje, eu fico por fora quando o assunto é infância e desenhos clássicos.&lt;br /&gt;Tá.. eu assisti Rei Leão e Bela Adormecida, serve? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como esse ano meu grupo de teatro decidiu fazer uma peça do Hércules, lá fui eu toda perdida "Tá, iai, nunca vi Hercules". Mas daí eu aluguei o filme, baixei na net depois porque descobri que o DVD é protegido contra cópias ¬¬ (maldita Disney) e adorei o filme (que bom, né..)!&lt;br /&gt;As músicas são tão lindaaaaaaaas! E eu vou ser uma das Musas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nós somos as musas, deusas da arte e proclamadoras de Héróis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai o vídeo da minha música preferida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npOjydwjKTc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/npOjydwjKTc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Já estão notando que você está aérea. Aja como adulta e já não oculta que isso é é é amor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2447792673000169550?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2447792673000169550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/09/hercules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2447792673000169550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2447792673000169550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/09/hercules.html' title='Hércules'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-6225450368050353808</id><published>2009-07-23T21:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:35:47.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmes ruins em dias ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://marinow.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/enigma_principe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://marinow.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/enigma_principe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/SmkBnERIEzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J9ItM_sDYzY/s1600-h/Julie_Delpy_in_Before_Sunset_Wallpaper_6_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/SmkBnERIEzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J9ItM_sDYzY/s200/Julie_Delpy_in_Before_Sunset_Wallpaper_6_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361818602033386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, ontem fui ver o mais esperado filme do ano pelas menininhas istéricas que amam os livros, ou o Daniel Radcliffe, whatever.. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, agora menininhas histéricas, preparem-se para minha crítica:&lt;br /&gt;Esse filme é uma &lt;strong&gt;bosta!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg filme ruinzinho, que acaba do nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já vi todos os HP's, já dei muito dinheiro pra esses caras, e nao lembro de nenhum filme kk, só o segundo que eu tenho o DVD. E em alguns eu até achei meio mal explicadinho. Sei lá, é muito nome estranho e mundo de fantasias pra mim. Eu sempre confudo o Snape com o Valdemort, kkk&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.. eles já cresceram o suficiente pra ficar de mimimimi pra beijar alguem. Hermione chora pelo Rony, Harry fica de cu com a (vá!)Gina, e já beijou ateh aquela chuchuangchun sei la o nome, eu esqeuci. E o Harry ficou mais novo nesse filme né? E feinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse só esse filme ruim que eu vi nesses dias chatos de minha vidinha, eu estaria até menos triste do que estou. Mas não:&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vi mais dois filmes muuuuuuuuuuuito piores que HP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Antes do por-do-sol e 2012.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro é simplesmente O PIOR FILME QUE EU JA VI NA VIDA! -sem comentarios (se quiser eu empresto pra voce confirmar)&lt;br /&gt;O segundo é sobre algo que nem preciso comentar. Incrivel como só mexicanos foram escolhidos para sobreviverem do fim do mundo. arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no-comments, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eu juro que estou tentando fazer posts melhores, mas tá dificil, sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-6225450368050353808?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/6225450368050353808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/filmes-ruins-em-dias-ruins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6225450368050353808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/6225450368050353808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/filmes-ruins-em-dias-ruins.html' title='Filmes ruins em dias ruins'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/SmkBnERIEzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J9ItM_sDYzY/s72-c/Julie_Delpy_in_Before_Sunset_Wallpaper_6_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-1805238110592127767</id><published>2009-07-04T00:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:48:41.171-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zé do caixão'/><title type='text'>I dreamed a dreaaaaaaaaam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/Sk7QIWFS9KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V5rp_nJysFA/s1600-h/ze-do-caixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/Sk7QIWFS9KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V5rp_nJysFA/s400/ze-do-caixao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354445848775423138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite eu tive um sonho.. &lt;br /&gt;nem sei descrever hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi com o Zé do Caixão!&lt;br /&gt;Ele estava lá, no shopping, vendendo livros de crenças, bruxaria e religião.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei lá batendo um lero com ele.. Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Daí decidi entrar no site dele, pesquisar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Eu já assisti um filme dele no cinema.. mas tambem foi o unico!&lt;br /&gt;É muito engraçaaaaaaaaado jhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltando.. entrei no site dele.. e já comecei levando um susto!!&lt;br /&gt;DO NADA escuto uma voz falando "VOCÊ!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Ops, é uma gravação do site HAHAUHAHUAHUAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Josefel Zanatas nasceu em berço de ouro, seus pais tinham uma rede de agências funerárias, fato que fez com que Josefel fosse uma criança muito sozinha, pois seus colegas os discriminaram por causa da profissão de seus pais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josefel?!?!?!?! Eu não sabia o nome dele O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Zé do Caixão é um homem sem crenças, não acredita em Deus nem no Diabo, só acredita nele mesmo, acha que é o único que pode fazer justiça."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taí, gostei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www2.uol.com.br/zedocaixao/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-1805238110592127767?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/1805238110592127767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamed-dreaaaaaaaaam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1805238110592127767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/1805238110592127767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamed-dreaaaaaaaaam.html' title='I dreamed a dreaaaaaaaaam'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/Sk7QIWFS9KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V5rp_nJysFA/s72-c/ze-do-caixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-7976537786449656494</id><published>2009-07-03T02:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:45:41.799-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colores'/><title type='text'>cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/Sk2ar1nygKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U8A2o0JPdIg/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/Sk2ar1nygKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U8A2o0JPdIg/s400/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354105609932406946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo graves problemas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-7976537786449656494?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/7976537786449656494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/cores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7976537786449656494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/7976537786449656494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/cores.html' title='cores'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/Sk2ar1nygKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U8A2o0JPdIg/s72-c/DSC01169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-3343984490610003751</id><published>2009-07-02T01:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:20:30.858-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricky is gay'/><title type='text'>Un, dos, tres</title><content type='html'>Onde estará Ricky Martin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A sexualidade do cantorRicky Martin, alvo de constantes rumores, ganha um mais motivo para especulações. Ricky deu uma declaração sobre sua vida amorosa para a revista latina "TV Aqui". "Meu coração pode pertencer a homens e mulheres", conta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2007, um importante empresário do mundo dos cosméticos afirmou que o popstar porto-riquenho é gay. Uma foto de Ricky na praia lado de um amigo misterioso também aumentou o mistério."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aff, as pessoas têm dúvidas do que é óbvio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-3343984490610003751?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/3343984490610003751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-dos-tres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3343984490610003751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/3343984490610003751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-dos-tres.html' title='Un, dos, tres'/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469439685873415469.post-2861571031520398061</id><published>2009-07-02T01:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:01:53.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acendendo um incenso de absinto pra ativar a criativdade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469439685873415469-2861571031520398061?l=charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/feeds/2861571031520398061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/acendendo-um-incenso-de-absinto-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2861571031520398061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469439685873415469/posts/default/2861571031520398061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charutocomabsinto.blogspot.com/2009/07/acendendo-um-incenso-de-absinto-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Marih H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03643281260395812305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40Xe2rU9wDE/S829x9YOiiI/AAAAAAAAANo/VkZ9nQoJaeo/S220/DSC04742-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
