<?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-6115916245349865521</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:03:16.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixando escapar segredos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-2241361188901445733</id><published>2009-01-24T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:19:14.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SXvZu688-dI/AAAAAAAAASE/EdUpwphssTs/s1600-h/mascaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295065187026270674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SXvZu688-dI/AAAAAAAAASE/EdUpwphssTs/s320/mascaras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pular de um predio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pular de um carro em alta velocidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veneno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enforcamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cacos no pulso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torradeira na banheira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiro na cabeca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Varios tipos de se matar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de matar o corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais e a mente?.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sera que ela pode morrer mesmo com o corpo vivo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sera que ela continua depois do corpo indo embora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sera que para se matar precisa ser forte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou vc se mostra fraco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual dessas formas te faz mais corajoso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vc ja teve vontade de esperimentar a morte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o frio na barriga de deixar tudo pra tras e quem sabe comecar outra coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso tudo é besteira. Melhor ir dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-2241361188901445733?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2241361188901445733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=2241361188901445733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2241361188901445733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2241361188901445733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2009/01/pular-de-um-predio-pular-de-um-carro-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SXvZu688-dI/AAAAAAAAASE/EdUpwphssTs/s72-c/mascaras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-6724431716474947398</id><published>2009-01-14T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:51:40.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SW6U1SsPRMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/W96081Q5iKo/s1600-h/001-077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SW6U1SsPRMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/W96081Q5iKo/s320/001-077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291330255478277314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Tarde de exercicios, academia, corrida, bicicleta, corrida, mais corrida, super corrida, natação, abdominais, alongamentos, bicicleta. &lt;br /&gt;Enfim. A tarde de exercicios, 100% saude com direito a som alto na cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu me pergunto. Adiantou?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, a noite estava tão exausta, que acabei caindo no sono, é, ainda tinha pensamentos perturbando, mas, cai no sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo com pesadelos e demoro algum tempo pra voltar ao bom sono. (com pesadelos ainda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje.&lt;br /&gt;A decisão. Eu ainda não estou pronta pra dormir assim, na saúde. &lt;br /&gt;Algo tera de me ajudar a dormir, e pra bom entendedor..&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando perturbada e a palavra INSÔNIA não é de hoje que faz parte do meu vocabulário.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sejam férias, dormir tarde, acordar tarde. E&lt;br /&gt;nfim, Eu sei que essa noite eu vou dormir e vou ficar com os pensamentos malditos desplugados da cabeça, eles estarao voando ali, e eu rindo deles, olhando diretamente em seus centros. Rindo.&lt;br /&gt;Bons sonhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-6724431716474947398?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6724431716474947398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=6724431716474947398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/6724431716474947398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/6724431716474947398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-dia-de-ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SW6U1SsPRMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/W96081Q5iKo/s72-c/001-077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-7030867863110501415</id><published>2009-01-11T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:20:22.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SWqatQgaf1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/YC8b5yetm34/s1600-h/17723_im_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290210814615781202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SWqatQgaf1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/YC8b5yetm34/s320/17723_im_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como eu deveria me sentir?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ansiedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irritação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conformismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odio. nao. odio nao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu deveria nao sentir? ou sentir o nada?... agora não faz diferença..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois que os dados foram lançados, vc nao pode sisplesmente tira los da mesa e fazer de conta que não jogou. não na vida real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É. Agora, neste momento. Eu só sinto vontade de compartilhar esse sentimentos que eu não sei explicar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles não fazem sentido. ou fazem?. Deveriam fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vc deveria ter tido a consciencia que eu joguei tentando tirar um 6, mesmo querendo que fosse 1. Voce deveria saber? (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Meus herois morreram de overdose.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-7030867863110501415?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7030867863110501415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=7030867863110501415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/7030867863110501415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/7030867863110501415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-eu-deveria-me-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SWqatQgaf1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/YC8b5yetm34/s72-c/17723_im_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-5364069901220403090</id><published>2008-06-28T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:21:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mistura de filmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SGa4qy1HBJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qpwFRarvf40/s1600-h/lola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217060263693845650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SGa4qy1HBJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qpwFRarvf40/s320/lola2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nao sou um conceito, sou só uma garota ferrada procurando por paz de espirito. Eu nao sou perfeita"&lt;br /&gt;"Abencoados sejam os esquecidos pois tiram o melhor dos seus equivocos"&lt;br /&gt;"Feliz é o destino da inocente vestal"&lt;br /&gt;"Esquecendo o mundo e sendo por ele esquecida"&lt;br /&gt;"Brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembrancas"&lt;br /&gt;"Toda prece é ouvida, toda graca se alcanca"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-5364069901220403090?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5364069901220403090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=5364069901220403090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/5364069901220403090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/5364069901220403090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2008/06/mistura-de-filmes-nao-sou-um-conceito.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SGa4qy1HBJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qpwFRarvf40/s72-c/lola2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-8344787569056624237</id><published>2008-06-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:40:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SGE_gRaN-2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/B7WCM-ZG78w/s1600-h/moca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215519667133479778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SGE_gRaN-2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/B7WCM-ZG78w/s320/moca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora todo stress..&lt;br /&gt;as coisas estão se encaminhando.. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o tempo não sabe nada, o tempo não tem razão, o tempo nunca existiu, o tempo é nossa invenção..." (Jorge Palma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-8344787569056624237?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8344787569056624237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=8344787569056624237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/8344787569056624237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/8344787569056624237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2008/06/fora-todo-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SGE_gRaN-2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/B7WCM-ZG78w/s72-c/moca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-3808590308812529789</id><published>2008-06-22T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:04:35.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Heads, you live; Tails, you die”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SF4xsPKvXFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iENXC5sMfpo/s1600-h/precipicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214660054597196882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SF4xsPKvXFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iENXC5sMfpo/s320/precipicio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhas..&lt;br /&gt;direita ou esquerda?&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/6115916245349865521-3808590308812529789?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3808590308812529789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=3808590308812529789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-6483090133186492254</id><published>2008-06-20T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:03:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SFwaoGdcsQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pzZPMb-URKQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214071744819409154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SFwaoGdcsQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pzZPMb-URKQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero pular, voar, vibrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentir que estou viva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentir a brisa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu preciso sentir alguma coisa que nao pareça mentira..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-6483090133186492254?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6483090133186492254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=6483090133186492254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/6483090133186492254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/6483090133186492254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2008/06/pular-quero-pular-voar-vibrar-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SFwaoGdcsQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pzZPMb-URKQ/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-4741938451610050106</id><published>2008-06-18T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:16:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não tem cura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SFlqW4WrKcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_wX4ZX_B2dw/s1600-h/TentaÃ§Ã£o+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213314984975215042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SFlqW4WrKcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_wX4ZX_B2dw/s320/Tenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há carinho que acalme&lt;br /&gt;Não há beijo que apague&lt;br /&gt;Não há corrida que canse&lt;br /&gt;Não há desafio que me desista..&lt;br /&gt;Não não não..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sede, sede do teu sangue, do teu corpo, de você&lt;br /&gt;Te devoro, e ainda assim desejo..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sumo, eu procuro, eu acho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu apareço, eu me canso, eu me perco..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece..&lt;br /&gt;E eu continuo com aquele maldito desejo&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vontade insasiavel de beber vc até a ultima gota, de comer vc até a ultima migalha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-4741938451610050106?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/4741938451610050106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=4741938451610050106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/4741938451610050106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/4741938451610050106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-tem-cura-no-h-carinho-que-acalme-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/SFlqW4WrKcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_wX4ZX_B2dw/s72-c/Tenta%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-1969024628593971906</id><published>2008-05-17T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:08:31.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morte do blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-1969024628593971906?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1969024628593971906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=1969024628593971906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/1969024628593971906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/1969024628593971906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2008/05/morte-do-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-2435755783682951686</id><published>2007-11-28T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:22:23.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to perturbada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s o s!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-2435755783682951686?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-2595851877621484548</id><published>2007-10-12T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:22:08.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confesso que procurei algo sobre como curar canalice.. ou alguma coisa parecida...(analista? psicologo?)&lt;br /&gt;ouvi comentarios como "isso nao se cura"....to chegando a conclusao que talvez isso nao se cure mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;enfim.. descobri que &lt;em&gt;as vezes (as vezes)&lt;/em&gt; eu sei dizer nao.. mais isso é mais complicado de entender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao quero perder tempo pensando sobre curas e meu grandes problemas que de grandes nao tem nada, mais deixar de pensar nisso, é assumir uma realidade nao tao real. &lt;br /&gt;Eu nao to  entendo o que to querendo dizer, alias, se alguem entender, explique me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mais.. preciso manter distancia de bares e más companhias, o que ja torna se dificil, as pobres almas certas mantem distancia de mim, ou talvez eu as afaste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai entender..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-2595851877621484548?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2595851877621484548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=2595851877621484548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2595851877621484548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2595851877621484548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/10/confesso-que-procurei-algo-sobre-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-1453609081590838281</id><published>2007-09-16T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:56:49.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desejos.. apenas desejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;"..Algum deles querem te usar&lt;br /&gt;Algum deles querem ser usados por você&lt;br /&gt;Algum deles querem abusar de você&lt;br /&gt;Algum deles querem ser abusados por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero usar você&lt;br /&gt;E abusar de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber o que há dentro de você.."&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-1453609081590838281?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1453609081590838281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=1453609081590838281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/1453609081590838281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/1453609081590838281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/09/desejos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-3669853969805974873</id><published>2007-09-14T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:10:56.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..&lt;br /&gt;To tentando escrever alguma coisa..&lt;br /&gt;To tentando explicar o que to sentindo..&lt;br /&gt;Mais hoje ta dificil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vo faze assim, uma pequena lista do que hoje foi consumido.. e o resto voces deduzem:&lt;br /&gt;-Dreher&lt;br /&gt;-Cerveja&lt;br /&gt;-Narguilé&lt;br /&gt;-Um bom fino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem perdeu. bem, vc perdeu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-3669853969805974873?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3669853969805974873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=3669853969805974873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/3669853969805974873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/3669853969805974873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-2411491567221834432</id><published>2007-09-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:56:06.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Todos temos vícios.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem ouso falar de meus vicios, ja sao tantos, que da até medo; se eu for fazer um lista (grande erro que nem devo pensar), mais nossa.. vai ficar grande, e provavelmente nem ganhe presente do papai noel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem diga que o pior vicio é em pessoas ("... mas acho que o pior dos vícios, o mais dolorido, o que mais nos maltrata, é o vício de outra pessoa"); bem, eu ainda acho, que todos os vicios sao péssimos, mais se colocar numa balança, com certeza e sem duvida, pra mim, o pior dos piores: é o vicio de outraS pessoaS (repare bem no S em evidencia)&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de saber, o que move uma pessoa como eu.. ter um vicio assim, ou melhor, esseS vicioS; serio.. hoje em uma daquelas putas reflexões, me deparei pensando daS maioreS à menoreS cagadaS (ps: nao que tenham sido ruinS, mais deveriam ser evitadaS), enfim, a conclusao foi .... (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe.. ainda lendo o texto ?..( &lt;a href="http://jack1202344.multiply.com/journal/item/3/Vicios" onmouseover="self.status='';return true" onmouseout="self.status=''"&gt;Texto aqui&lt;/a&gt; ), deparo me com o gran final: "É, vício por pessoas nos leva ao buraco mais fundo: nos leva a falta de dignidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-2411491567221834432?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2411491567221834432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=2411491567221834432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2411491567221834432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2411491567221834432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/09/vicios.html' title='Vicios'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-4651187538689820815</id><published>2007-07-03T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:57:42.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Kind Of Wonderful - Joss Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;há..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soh pra constar :&lt;br /&gt;.."Let me tell you one more thing Now, when he holds me in his arms He sets my soul on fire And, ooh, when my baby kisses me, My heart becomes filled with desire When he wraps his loving arms around me He almost drives me out of my mind I get these funny little feelings inside of me Chills run up and down my spine..."&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo: Joss Stone- Some Kind Of Wonderful =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok...&lt;br /&gt;sem animo pra escrever agora.. mas si, as coisas estao bem =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaa feriass!!&lt;br /&gt;bjosss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-4651187538689820815?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/4651187538689820815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=4651187538689820815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/4651187538689820815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/4651187538689820815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-kind-of-wonderful-joss-stone.html' title='Some Kind Of Wonderful - Joss Stone'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-1997438995342307388</id><published>2007-06-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:58:18.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se eu falar que o a semana foi exatamente como disse ali embaixo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aliais, igual nao, foi melhor, e pqp que feiradoo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aaa tah.. foi sexo tbm no feirado, auhaushus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(obs: nao troco meu feirado e meus dias com ninguem, aaaa naaooo=D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mais chega de falar dessas coisas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dia dos namorados passou..( e dispensa comentario -me abstenho neh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;foto: xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RnG54D0LnfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EFPU8o5cbQo/s1600-h/rosas+dimas.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;exclui******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;essa semana foi boa, meudeus, correria, entrega de trabalhos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trabalho sobre o bairro Sao francisco, e eu la, depois de caminhar a tarde inteira no largo, e tudo por la, resolvo, veja soh.. logo eu, parar no bar uhashusauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;enfim, eu e as meninas bebendo e de repende..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(foto para registrar o momento)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RnG5HD0LneI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f3Ji4lT9ObI/s1600-h/borbuletaaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;exclui ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;diz ai.. noticias vem chegando.. (superticao)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e as coisas tendem a melhorar, espero eu!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(essas coisas nao acontecem sempre naoo!! é uma borboleta meudeus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(ao som de Ana Carolina- Ruas de Outono)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-1997438995342307388?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1997438995342307388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=1997438995342307388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/1997438995342307388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/1997438995342307388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/06/se-eu-falar-que-o-semana-foi-exatamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-2245481050849152020</id><published>2007-06-01T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:59:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RmC2GJsWMbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cbRO5nSwteE/s1600-h/ameudeus.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exclui***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai óh.. as vezes meus dias sao assim.. as vezes..(foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que vai me acontecer...:&lt;br /&gt;sexta - licor, fazer trabalho (?), dormir.. (droga eu nao fiz o trabalho)&lt;br /&gt;sabado - despedida da amiga, bar bar bar, sexo sexo, beber, bar..&lt;br /&gt;domingo - rave, beber, sexo ², beber, sexo sexo beber, sexo sexo...&lt;br /&gt;segunda - apresentacao do trabalho, 9:00 bar bar bar, mulheres, bar, ai meudeus..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarta - nao tem aula, sexo sexo sexo sexo pqppppppppp =P&lt;br /&gt;quinta, sexta, sabado, domingo- nao tem aula- a combinar =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soh pra depois nao ficarem dizendo que eu nao falo de mim, fiz até um roteiro =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa beijos =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-2245481050849152020?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2245481050849152020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-7044417489633610753</id><published>2007-05-22T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:59:56.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ao som de bobbbbb!!&lt;br /&gt;"..I wanna love you and treat you right&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together with a roof right over our heads&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter of my single bed&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the same room, yeah, oh jah provide the breadIs this love, is this love, is this loveIs this love that I'm feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Is this love, is this love, is this loveIs this love that I'm feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now&lt;br /&gt;I got to know, got to know, got to know now&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I'm willing and ableso&lt;br /&gt;I throw my cards on your table..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu to pazzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;e isso dispensa maiores comentarios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-7044417489633610753?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7044417489633610753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=7044417489633610753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/7044417489633610753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/7044417489633610753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-amor.html' title='É o amor?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-3694913476196395777</id><published>2007-05-07T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:01:51.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exclui******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Para nao dizer que nao coloco fotos (neh lua?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Não se trata de coragem&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus olhos estão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Me camuflam na paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Dando um tempo, tempo, tempo pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa, que hoje eu tô de bobeira, bobeira.."&lt;br /&gt;(O Rappa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra mudar o estilo de musicas.. mesmo ainda nao saindo da cabeca -&gt; "...qdo agente conversa.. contando casos besteiras..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que seja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-3694913476196395777?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3694913476196395777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=3694913476196395777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/3694913476196395777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/3694913476196395777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-7761268553332628094</id><published>2007-04-27T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:01:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Importante considerar que o choro, nem sempre se relaciona com o sofrimento e a dor. Muitas vezes pode significar exatamente a liberação das emoções contidas, necessitando assim de um canal próprio para sua exteriorização;(...)êxtase contemplativo e o prazer sexual, podendo daí desencadear o choro..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa.. que dia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fim)&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/6115916245349865521-7761268553332628094?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7761268553332628094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=7761268553332628094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/7761268553332628094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/7761268553332628094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/04/importante-considerar-que-o-choro-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-5946654863535918589</id><published>2007-04-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:23:15.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanta coisa em comum..</title><content type='html'>Há,&lt;br /&gt;Pense na jack tomando água no BAR&lt;br /&gt;huhuhsahuhu..&lt;br /&gt;nao, eu nao to bem, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mais..&lt;br /&gt;trabalhos mais trabalhos.. correria..&lt;br /&gt;tirando um tempinho escrevo bunito aqui =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aos sortudos, parabens pelos congressos da vida , neh lua?)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-5946654863535918589?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5946654863535918589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=5946654863535918589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/5946654863535918589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/5946654863535918589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/04/tanta-coisa-em-comum.html' title='Tanta coisa em comum..'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-4645416255388489647</id><published>2007-03-30T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:55:54.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que agente nao se esquece?</title><content type='html'>"..me levou pro cantinho e disse morde,&lt;br /&gt;quando dei por mim pensei que sorte,&lt;br /&gt;disse tudo bem, etudo é natural,&lt;br /&gt;olhou bem nos meus olhos.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proxima parada, BAR&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;va la que me acha, se nao nem adianta procurar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-4645416255388489647?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/4645416255388489647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=4645416255388489647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/4645416255388489647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/4645416255388489647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/03/por-que-agente-nao-se-esquece.html' title='Por que agente nao se esquece?'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-8359643407563344943</id><published>2007-03-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:07:56.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro dia nascer feliz</title><content type='html'>"...procurando vaga&lt;br /&gt;uma hora ali a outra aki&lt;br /&gt;no vai e vem dos seus quadris...&lt;br /&gt;(..)&lt;br /&gt;..o mundo inteiro acordar, e agente dormir.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como explicar?&lt;br /&gt;como fala sem falar.. ?&lt;br /&gt;.. é umas coisas que me passam na cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(senta aki que vou te contar..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-8359643407563344943?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8359643407563344943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=8359643407563344943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/8359643407563344943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/8359643407563344943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/03/pro-dia-nascer-feliz.html' title='Pro dia nascer feliz'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-8246105090214295950</id><published>2007-03-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:43:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestindo Fantasias...</title><content type='html'>hoje foi foda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao pq hoje.. hoje mereceu a resaca.. foi trash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"meu bem vc me da.. agua na boca&lt;br /&gt;vestindo fantasias&lt;br /&gt;tirando a roupa..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;molhada de suor&lt;br /&gt;de tanto agente se beijar&lt;br /&gt;de tanto imaginar loucuraaaasss.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soh ouvindo musica pra aguentar o dia.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-8246105090214295950?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8246105090214295950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=8246105090214295950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/8246105090214295950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/8246105090214295950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoje-foi-foda.html' title='Vestindo Fantasias...'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-5366360446783504968</id><published>2007-03-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:46:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo amor que houver nessa vida</title><content type='html'>"... Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo..&lt;br /&gt;com sabor de fruta mordida&lt;br /&gt;nós na batida&lt;br /&gt;no embalo da rede...&lt;br /&gt;matando a sede na salivaa...!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-5366360446783504968?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5366360446783504968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=5366360446783504968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/5366360446783504968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/5366360446783504968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/03/todo-amor-que-houver-nessa-vida.html' title='Todo amor que houver nessa vida'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115916245349865521.post-2643156314392083429</id><published>2007-03-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:05:33.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso Dizer Que Te Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RfLlBEr4OGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KfiYUb6L7cw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RfLksEr4OFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5uwIe55VWrw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040342378804164690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RfLksEr4OFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5uwIe55VWrw/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso explica: (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uando a gente conversa&lt;br /&gt;Contando &lt;em&gt;casos besteiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa em comum&lt;br /&gt;Deixando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;escapar segredos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E eu nem sei em que hora dizer&lt;br /&gt;Me da um medo ( que medo )&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso &lt;em&gt;dizer que eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te &lt;em&gt;ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto&lt;br /&gt;E ate o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempo passa arrastado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Só pra eu ficar do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Voce me chora dores de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Se abre e acaba comigo&lt;br /&gt;e nessa novela eu &lt;em&gt;não quero ser teu amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja nao sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se eu to misturando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah, eu &lt;em&gt;perco o sono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando em &lt;em&gt;cada riso&lt;/em&gt; teu qualquer bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente &lt;em&gt;conversa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Contando &lt;em&gt;casos besteiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta &lt;em&gt;coisa em comum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando &lt;em&gt;escapar segredos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao sei em que hora dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrando em cada riso teu qualquer bobeira&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Créditos a Lua que me fez voltar.. mundo de blogs, enfim..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6115916245349865521-2643156314392083429?l=casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2643156314392083429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115916245349865521&amp;postID=2643156314392083429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2643156314392083429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115916245349865521/posts/default/2643156314392083429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casos-e-besteiras.blogspot.com/2007/03/preciso-dizer-que-te-amo.html' title='Preciso Dizer Que Te Amo'/><author><name>Jacque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050206625607601944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq2Nif-HdfY/TZYXD9_QVOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rmghcGKZEGE/s220/OgAAAMOPO9y-JJ3xeTuBmXQsHtFlUDFQEn3-9ZhPxywLO_7lACT6VMLwx_aJ4WmTMu540-qsrX_OIZry-tM_bcLTUy0Am1T1UEb3k24CG7WFzJ9v3BFViPLlHngx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ascw4ecIqhY/RfLksEr4OFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5uwIe55VWrw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
