<?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-5597692363400449898</id><updated>2011-08-27T06:12:08.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um click...</title><subtitle type='html'>...no exato momento, uma história, uma trilha sonora.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-33910688759951195</id><published>2011-01-24T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:13:09.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é sem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=724bf1d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;'Margarida has a strange appeal', para certas ocasiões uma música só não traduz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Ouvir Radiohead em reggae roots é bem interessante, cortou totalmente a melancolia deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sentimentos, soltos, como folhas no outono caídas no chão, não faz sentido, nada faz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O que seria pra você 'se apaixonar'? Pra mim é coisa de momento, aquele fogo de 'coisa nova', mas que quando acaba, ou vira amor, ou vira nada...ah o amor, o tanto que um 'eu te amo' pode significar na vida de alguém, muda destinos, vontades...Por que eu insisto em falar de uma coisa que não conheço? Ara que bobisse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A gente assiste filmes, românticos ou etc, e imagina que aquilo pode acontecer conosco, filmes de amores impossíveis, que tudo é lindoo, que tudo acaba perfeito... NÃO EXISTE porra, e o príncipe é o cavalo manco e sem dente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Pode ser&amp;nbsp;idiota&amp;nbsp;da minha parte, mas mesmo sabendo de tudo isso, acreditando que não existe na real, eu ainda &amp;nbsp; espero e procuro por um amor daqueles bem de filme de princesa e príncipe, pq eu ainda sigo o ditado 'esperança é a última que morre'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;To cansada de ser aquilo que esperam sempre de mim, pq uma vez na minha vida não posso bancar 'aloka' e sei lá, sair beijando qualquer um, pq eu não consigo decepcionar quem sempre espera a atitude mais sensata dessa minha parte, pq eu não consigo deixar esse meu lado totalmente chata e ser a descolada, nossa isso foi totalmente desequilibrado e brega! aghr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Estava ouvindo uma música que me deixou assim, coisas da vida! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Eu odeio esse jeito que eu estou, meio 'seilá' por uma pessoa, a qual eu não poderia ter nenhuma esperança, eu espero, eu imagino, ah como eu imagino, como se ouvisse sempre a música...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Deixa ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Como será quando a gente se encontrar ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;No pé, o céu de um parque a nos testemunhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Deixa ser como será!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Eu vou sem me preocupar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;E crer pra ver o quanto eu posso adivinhar.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;É tanta coisa pra eu me preocupar...faculdades, trampos, família ( que cada vez mais me impressiona com burrices sem tamanho!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Enfim, não quero terminar, quero deixar..quero continuar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=754f3e5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll choose unloved , or no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I went chosen, or no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She got the power to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The power to give!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The power to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly I see this is what I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=64be402" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TT4-mg_xuhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EQb0kmuAHcc/s1600/IMG_6872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TT4-mg_xuhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EQb0kmuAHcc/s400/IMG_6872.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Líginha, menina mulher, de fibra, encantadora e desequilibrada como eu. Te amo sua LINDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-33910688759951195?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/33910688759951195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/33910688759951195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2011/01/margarida-has-strange-appeal-para.html' title='Hoje é sem....'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TT4-mg_xuhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EQb0kmuAHcc/s72-c/IMG_6872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-7494656873771342915</id><published>2011-01-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:48:38.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu senti um sintoma de saudades, mas de que eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que nada é real, prefiro continuar sonhando, porque sonhar não paga e lá eu posso ser, fazer tudo do jeito que eu sempre quis e não incomodar ninguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-7494656873771342915?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/7494656873771342915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/7494656873771342915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-eu-senti-um-sintoma-de-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-5713528927980360619</id><published>2010-11-29T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:59:12.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro prazer e preguiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=58620ea" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Soube um dia que é feliz por ser completa e não completada. Ela passeava, vestidinho leve, sapatinho de boneca, uma longa trança jogada no ombro, o vento soprava e a bexiga que segurava escapou e subiu, subiu, subiu....No alto estourou, não aguentou a pressão, ela ficou triste por um momento, mas logo voltou a andar com um largo sorriso, grande porém sutil, percebera o quanto os balões são fracos e fraqueza ela quer longe. Dura, por si, sim, não mais menina, uma mulher moleca pra eternidade. Pulava, sim pulava andando, ou andava pulando, aquele ar de chiquititas, achou um banco e lá se abundou, afundou e deslizou até que se sentisse completamente relaxada...do lado banco um caminho, um único caminho, pra onde dava, de onde vinha, ela não sabia e pra ela não importava&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E lá ficou, ficou e estaziou-se, pensamentos e idéias jogadas faziam ela rir ou franzir a testa, mas nada tirara o relax dela. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E do caminho desconhecido vinha, o destino, ou não, pura lamentação, não se sabe, ela sentiu o cheiro, aquele de flores, sentiu também as borboletas no estômago, sabia o que era..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ele passou, e ela por preguiça de mexer o pescoço, simplesmente o deixou ir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ele a viu e por medo de se aproximar, acovardou-se e seguiu em frente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ela pensou, ‘tenho muitos bancos pra me afundar em pensamentos, quem sabe nos encontraremos por ai,mas hoje,nesse exato momento, quero a minha companhia e de mais ninguém!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ele pensou, ‘tenho muitos caminhos pra passar, quem sabe, e espero que nos encontremos por ai, mas hoje, senti medo do pensamento oculto, medo de acabar atrapalhando o que foi ali meu maior momento romântico!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TPRjUrzuwKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1Q0e8hKw2IQ/s1600/IMG_5460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TPRjUrzuwKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1Q0e8hKw2IQ/s320/IMG_5460.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;'Ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h bela paixão, eu te sinto, agora, nesse momento, nas flores sinto seu cheiro, nas ruas sua presença, nas pessoas sua alegria, desejo, olhar, sofrimento, óh meu amor, te sinto, te vejo, te desejo em tudo.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não fujas de mim, fotografia, você é sim o grande amor da minha vida, te amo, te venero, não sei viver sem você, tome todo meu tempo pra você, todo meu pensamento, todo meu corpo, toda minha alma, me dissolva no seu químico, me entrego a você!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fotografia é arte, arte como pintar um quadro, a cada foto que tiro tem um tipo de olhar, um tipo de sentimento, você sente como se ouvisse uma música, deliciosamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8ed896d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TLVI1KUbwUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3ddEzVM2RJ0/s1600/IMG_4762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TLVI1KUbwUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3ddEzVM2RJ0/s400/IMG_4762.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OBS: Eu prefiro a versão do Colin mesmo, ah do Morrissey é seilá...haha&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/5597692363400449898-254317126641635767?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/254317126641635767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/254317126641635767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/10/arte-de-amor.html' title='Arte de amor!'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TLVI1KUbwUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3ddEzVM2RJ0/s72-c/IMG_4762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-5365289306949175058</id><published>2010-09-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:08:54.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo aquilo que se vê..e um pouco mais.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=541f902" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Seria tão mais fácil se fosse ao contrário, de fora pra dentro, seria fácil de ler, ouvir, falar, enxergar, acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela chora, ela ri, como entender extremos?!? Seria tudo mais fácil se ela não complicasse, mas não seria tão emocionante, tão excitante, tão tão...será?!?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela sonha com príncipes e sapos, com cavalo branco e castelo, mas se o final feliz não for assim, não for com com estrelinhas douradas no final? Quem sabe, ela é assim, não muda, só&amp;nbsp;superficialmente, mas logo vê que aquilo não é ela, não quer, não adianta, ela não quer mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brilhante, estrela apagada, luar e dia nublado, ela é tudo em um dia só, quem está entendendo? Confusa,extremamente confusa, ela é forte, sabe das coisas e nem liga pro que acham, louca, sim, não, talvez, eu sei lá, ela é ela.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ela é tudo,menos isso e aquilo, ela é fácil de ler, mas não é fácil de traduzir, é fácil de ver, mas é difícil de enxergar, fácil pra escutar, mas difícil de ouvir, irritante, aghr, decifre-se!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ela disse ontem pra mim : 'Quero tatuar em minha bunda "All you need is love!" em uma bandinha, na outra pode ser talvez, "Please, dê-me um orgasmo!"...' e ainda me perguntam se ela é normal...talvez, acho que ninguém é normal e ninguém presta #FATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TJljVGTvtLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a63c90zVCsw/s1600/DSC_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TJljVGTvtLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a63c90zVCsw/s320/DSC_0065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TJlkD3F9LeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bI_nytrhzLA/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(fotos e edição por Bill.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-5365289306949175058?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/5365289306949175058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/5365289306949175058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-tudo-aquilo-que-se-vee-um-pouco-mais.html' title='É tudo aquilo que se vê..e um pouco mais.'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TJljVGTvtLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a63c90zVCsw/s72-c/DSC_0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-7631392899195821419</id><published>2010-08-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:41:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantas vontades, tantas pedras...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu sei que não deveria estar sentindo isso, mas não tenho culpa, é muiito mais forte que eu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tenho tantas coisas que quero fazer, tantos planos, mas acho que é hora de eu rever minhas prioridades, rever o que é importante na minha vida e o que eu realmente quero.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hoje é o dia que você está estranho e simplesmente não sabe porque, FATO#!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-7631392899195821419?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/7631392899195821419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/7631392899195821419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/08/tantas-vontades-tantas-pedras.html' title='Tantas vontades, tantas pedras...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-3063165957033415575</id><published>2010-08-17T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:22:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E tudo mudou..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..mas nada aconteceu, como posso ser tão mutável, sei lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Let me get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The way you've gotten over me too, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seems like my time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll be stronger'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fb9582e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-3063165957033415575?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/3063165957033415575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/3063165957033415575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-tudo-mudou.html' title='E tudo mudou..'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-6283424138255898375</id><published>2010-08-17T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:48:35.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu acordei meio reticências..</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=48dc217" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Porque o dia está acabando e parece que falta alguma coisa ainda, só sinto que tem que acontecer alguma coisa pra que esse dia termine, falta uma palavra, um gesto, até mesmo um sinal no céu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É só isso, pensem o que quiser que seja isso que estou precisando, nem imagino o que seja, só sei que falta alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sentir esse vazio é comum, porque a gente nunca está satisfeito, sempre quer algo mais, e hoje eu QUERO algo mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Enfim, cansei...e não sei do que também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TGni_WQO8cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bDqS6Fapx60/s1600/fran2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TGni_WQO8cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bDqS6Fapx60/s400/fran2.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(hahahahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*em desenho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/5597692363400449898-6639641784241051970?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/6639641784241051970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/6639641784241051970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuacao-da-historia-de-ana-e-joao.html' title='....continuação da história de Ana e João.'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TGni_WQO8cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bDqS6Fapx60/s72-c/fran2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-8264855939197058339</id><published>2010-08-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:45:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuação...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Creio eu que desocupados de plantão andam lendo meu blog e se descabelando com asneiras que digo aqui, hahaha, é de dar risada, tem gente que não se enxerga não?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas o que eu tenho pra dizer hoje, é que eu estou MEGA, ULTRA, SUPER feliz, pq as coisas estão caminhando pro que eu quero, vou dar meu workshop de fotografia, estou concorrendo a uma bolsa de um curso profissional de fotografia, tenho muiiitos amigos que me amam, ráh, me achei, muita gente me querendo, me achei², vários planos, tatto nova na sexta! ESTOU hoje LIVRE, me sentindo free, up e etc e tal...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E pra vocês que&amp;nbsp;finjam&amp;nbsp;que não ligam mas ligam pro eu faço ou deixo de fazer, VÃO A MERDA todos vocês! É tão gostoso xingar né, alivia uma certa tensão! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E pra vocês que esperam ansiosamente o final da história de Ana e João, calma que eu vou terminar, ou começar denovo, quero dizer vou escrever ela inteira pra vocês! Mas só dando as última quentinhas, Ana tem um final super feliz, quem sai perdendo é o João, já que Ana está alcançando tudo que almejou e ele ficando pra trás, como sempre foi, mimado, superficial e babaca, e no final de tudo apesar de Ana ter passado por tudo que passou e dele que ela tem PENA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos, e me liguem!=*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-8264855939197058339?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/8264855939197058339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/8264855939197058339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuacao.html' title='Continuação...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-409434545982579615</id><published>2010-08-08T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:45:22.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh take me back to the start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=727a320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...o pior não é ter certeza que tudo que fez deu errado, mas sim que tudo foi em vão! Tem vezes que o errado dá certo no final, tem vezes que o certo dá errado no final, quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Por isso, que acho que tem coisas que ainda vão dar certo, porque começaram errado e muito errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pode ser que esteja me iludindo, mas eu não consigo acreditar em outra coisa, ou eu não quero acreditar, dizem que a esperança é última que morre, enfim, é isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu sinto tanta falta das conversas, do companheirismo, da amizade, eu sinto falta de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Por mais que eu tente, por mais que eu lute contra isso, tudo que acontece, me lembra, me faz pensar, e me deixa confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu não sei qual arma usar, porque eu quero de volta tudo que tive, não sei se é o certo lutar por isso, mas nunca gostei de perder e realmente não vai ser agora que vou desistir, porque eu quero o que eu gosto, e o que eu gosto está ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pode estar tudo contraditório, tudo confuso, ou tudo sei lá, não quero mesmo que entendam, nem que aceitem, mas que compreendam, que tudo que eu nunca sonhei, eu sonhei a partir do momento, tudo que nunca me imaginei fazer eu fiz, tudo que nunca quis ser, eu fui e estou sendo, fraca e idiota, mas será que não é assim que tem que ser, lógico que não, mas será que só porque corro atrás do que quero me faz fraca e idiota? Tantas dúvidas, acho que nessas horas não tem o certo ou errado, tem o que deve ser feito na hora que der a louca, se estou com vontade eu faço, é isso! Não me julguem, nem me culpem, por ser tão sonhadora, tão esperançosa, acho que é melhor viver na esperança, no sonho do que ter uma vida fria e vazia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu fui longe, e como sempre fui e não voltei, nunca vou começar em uma coisa e terminar na mesma, sempre foi difícil pra mim...eu gosto de palavras soltas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gosto de ser livre, mas sei que posso voar com você...podemos ser livre, free like bird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Deve haver alguma coisa dentro, deve haver alguma conspiração a favor, do destino?! Eu acredito que tenho uma linha que devo seguir, mas eu sempre posso cortar o caminho, sempre há caminhos pra voltar a estrada principal, se não, dou meia volta, começo pelo começo, 'Um minuto pode ser tudo que me resta, mas eu desperdiço meu tempo como se ele fosse INFINITO!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, essa é ótima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;'Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Oh take me back to the start'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-409434545982579615?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/409434545982579615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/409434545982579615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-take-me-back-to-start.html' title='Oh take me back to the start!'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-2914195293847655668</id><published>2010-08-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:05:50.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A história de Lilly Braun...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tem horas que certas coisas cansam e você simplesmente joga tudoo pro alto! Cansei de falar as mesmas coisas, cansei de pensar as mesmas coisas, enfim cansei de tuuudo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ando pensando tanto nas coisas que quero alcançar, a faculdade, a profissão, os sonhos, alcançar mesmo aquelas coisas que nunca pensei que queria...mas agora eu quero, ráh!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tive grandes idéias nesse final de semana, discotecar vinil foi uma delas, o melhor é que tem gente que abraça a idéia, adoooro, as fotos para a exposição, começar a fazer books de amigos pra começar algum lance, os novos piercings, as novas tattoos, novos e velhos affair's, e assim a vida segue!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chegou a hora, confirmei que não preciso de ninguém pra que eu possa sonhar, pra que eu possa ser feliz! Eu me amo, eu sou feliz e eu tenho tantos sonhos, que vão começar a se realizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=aebc653" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&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/5597692363400449898-2914195293847655668?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/2914195293847655668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/2914195293847655668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/08/historia-de-lilly-braun.html' title='A história de Lilly Braun...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-2284871739866268267</id><published>2010-07-25T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:56:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lógica perfeita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8e70949" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa música traduz muiiito bem esse momento meu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fidelity - Regina Spektor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Shake it up)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;never loved nobody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; fully&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And by &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;protecting my heart truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got lost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the sounds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All these voices&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All these words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All this music&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose I never ever met you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose I never ever let you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiss me so sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so soft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose you never ever called&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to break&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My own fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Break my fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Break my fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All my friends say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That of course it's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gonna get better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gonna get better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better, better, better, better....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&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/5597692363400449898-2284871739866268267?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/2284871739866268267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/2284871739866268267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/07/logica-perfeita.html' title='A lógica perfeita...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-250107651770326929</id><published>2010-07-25T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:25:13.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never make me scream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a06625e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Yeah you really must think you're great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's see how feel in a couple of weeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I work my way through your mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never wanted it to end up this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You've only got yourself to blame.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Isso tem vezes que aparenta ser despeito, mas cara não, tenho que aprender com minha 'amiga', que tem coisa que a gente não escolhe, ou nasce pra ser foda ou nascer pra ser fodida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Semana que vem vou pra Itajubá, ver meu amigos de faculdade, saudade de lá. Tenho uma entrevista em um estúdio, quem sabe já começo nem que seja pra substituir, o importante é estar por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tentei colocar fotos que tirei, mas elas estão muito grandes, então visitem meu flickr,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yeahbaibe/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/people/yeahbaibe/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&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/5597692363400449898-250107651770326929?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/250107651770326929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/250107651770326929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-never-make-me-scream.html' title='You never make me scream...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-4171296172540123481</id><published>2010-07-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:15:06.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Brasil perdeu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=989668b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E não foi dessa vez o hexa, o Brasil perdeu nas quartas como em 2006...Que pena, mas como tudo é festa, &amp;nbsp;hoje depois do jogo, mesmo perdendo a galera está lá curtindo e bebendo todas...Adoro essa animação, mas agora galera, acabou. nada mais de folga, todos voltando ao trabalho, acabou a farra!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Posso apanhar por isso, mas eu sinto que Argentina vai ganhar essa copa, estou torcendo pro Uruguai, uma seleção sul-americana, o Paraguai não passa pela Espanha, eu acho. Pode ser a Argentina perca essa contra a Alemanha, mas vai ser um jogo difícil, mas bom, enfim depois de hoje o que eu quero ver nessa copa são jogos bons, cheios de gols.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Enfim, essa foto é da minha priminha linda, não tinha outra que pudesse ter alguma coisa a ver com o Brasil, mas ela está com a camiseta do brasil....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TC4ecVdzUMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QVPxtsdkWxo/s1600/OgAAALe0xU0u7HoRQ7lE41j42FGlFZch3J7pKgEHBcngVBQITkqkhC7z9R4rC7JSh2lwn-Aoud6eT_cXiZg4Dy4BQEgAm1T1UKc1CDxLVEpP8fN8JaHIIwBzkujj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TC4ecVdzUMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QVPxtsdkWxo/s320/OgAAALe0xU0u7HoRQ7lE41j42FGlFZch3J7pKgEHBcngVBQITkqkhC7z9R4rC7JSh2lwn-Aoud6eT_cXiZg4Dy4BQEgAm1T1UKc1CDxLVEpP8fN8JaHIIwBzkujj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-4171296172540123481?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/4171296172540123481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/4171296172540123481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-o-brasil-perdeu.html' title='E o Brasil perdeu...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TC4ecVdzUMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QVPxtsdkWxo/s72-c/OgAAALe0xU0u7HoRQ7lE41j42FGlFZch3J7pKgEHBcngVBQITkqkhC7z9R4rC7JSh2lwn-Aoud6eT_cXiZg4Dy4BQEgAm1T1UKc1CDxLVEpP8fN8JaHIIwBzkujj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-5415095645950385482</id><published>2010-06-29T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:13:17.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em paz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=87446bb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bateu uma saudade do paraíso, da maresia...In peace. O Sol, o vento, o mar, uma canga na areia, uma água de&amp;nbsp;côco&amp;nbsp;bem gelada e uma boa companhia, é tão convidativo. Bora pra Trindade amor?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TCpTZBSjHII/AAAAAAAAAIY/HbWeRDWM_eM/s1600/OgAAAFiw59UrH8g9dU1fJHzIKTy7uWbh_4leMeQDfYQa3BB3KtCuZBxS0blcTi1_7UYlfM33kXsEQmcipG8qVaQ9Hm4Am1T1UIxGRdVzS-7LzAhhYKGmkCknLI9P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TCpTZBSjHII/AAAAAAAAAIY/HbWeRDWM_eM/s400/OgAAAFiw59UrH8g9dU1fJHzIKTy7uWbh_4leMeQDfYQa3BB3KtCuZBxS0blcTi1_7UYlfM33kXsEQmcipG8qVaQ9Hm4Am1T1UIxGRdVzS-7LzAhhYKGmkCknLI9P.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-5415095645950385482?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/5415095645950385482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/5415095645950385482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-paz.html' title='Em paz...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TCpTZBSjHII/AAAAAAAAAIY/HbWeRDWM_eM/s72-c/OgAAAFiw59UrH8g9dU1fJHzIKTy7uWbh_4leMeQDfYQa3BB3KtCuZBxS0blcTi1_7UYlfM33kXsEQmcipG8qVaQ9Hm4Am1T1UIxGRdVzS-7LzAhhYKGmkCknLI9P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-9113707975793645204</id><published>2010-06-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:53:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocência (perdida)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c1f343f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Me lembro de quando era criança, inocente, sem preocupações, responsabilidades...tento imaginar o porquê que quando somos crianças queremos sempre crescer logo, usar sutiã, maquiagem, claro no caso das meninas, mas porque se quando isso ocorre perde tanto a graça e desejamos muito voltar a infância? Deve ser porquê nunca estamos satisfeitos e queremos sempre alguma coisa que não podemos ter....Eu realmente não sei o porquê estou escrevendo sobre isso, eu sei lá. Enfim, whatever, essa foto eu tirei quando estava passeando no sítio de um tio em Natércia, aqui no interior de Minas..Não sei mas acho que essa foto ficou tão fofa tão quanto parece que deixou as crianças, meus primos, mais maduros, como se fossem criança-adulto, tipo Maysa, ôh menininha chata, parece que perde totalmente a pureza de ser uma criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TCfgRJTn3cI/AAAAAAAAAII/TC_MQ7jVXHs/s1600/100_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TCfgRJTn3cI/AAAAAAAAAII/TC_MQ7jVXHs/s400/100_0068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-9113707975793645204?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/9113707975793645204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/9113707975793645204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/06/inocencia-perdida.html' title='Inocência (perdida)...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TCfgRJTn3cI/AAAAAAAAAII/TC_MQ7jVXHs/s72-c/100_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597692363400449898.post-5414037905930162599</id><published>2010-05-28T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:55:37.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de boas vindas e idas...</title><content type='html'>Bom, não há o que postar ainda, por isso aqui estou pra deixar apenas uma mgs, para aqueles que por algum engano entrarem nesse blog...Obrigada pela visita, volte sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu único objetivo é tirar fotos, postá-las e por fim contar alguma história sobre esta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para aqueles que se interessarem, por favor retorne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TACXjGd2VaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jkmQdVuxE-Q/s1600/arvre.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TACXjGd2VaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jkmQdVuxE-Q/s400/arvre.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Essa foto foi tirada em uma viagem com meu namorado Zéh, para Santa Catarina, na semana do carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Como já havia dito, hoje é apenas uma mgs de boas vindas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Então, sejam bem vindos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b3f991d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gosto muito dessa música, acho que identifica esse momento da minha vida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This time, it will be different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597692363400449898-5414037905930162599?l=blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/5414037905930162599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597692363400449898/posts/default/5414037905930162599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogyeahbaibe.blogspot.com/2010/05/mensagem-de-boas-vindas-e-idas.html' title='Mensagem de boas vindas e idas...'/><author><name>YeahBeibe (FranFagundes)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04007914048662194657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TUIUcXG_nAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_IHxh85arFI/s220/IMG_6868.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrW2nEKe5Mw/TACXjGd2VaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jkmQdVuxE-Q/s72-c/arvre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
