<?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-8922234338841143757</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:04:02.043-03:00</updated><category term='músicas'/><category term='férias'/><title type='text'>Vou ficar até eu ver o seu sorriso aparecer...</title><subtitle type='html'>Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Pode o mundo desabar, pode tudo se acabar onde for preciso, eu estarei...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6627739925441551694</id><published>2012-02-03T10:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:37:47.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ai chega aquela hora que você simplesmente não sabe se continua ou desiste de uma relação. Você olha ao seu redor e vê mil motivos que parecem ser suficiente para abandonar este amor, mas quando os olhares se encaixam, quando um corpo sente o calor do outro, eu sei lá, é tão mais forte que tudo, mais forte que TUDO, é uma sedução, uma tentação, é carne, é coração. E na verdade eu não consigo parar de te querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bianca Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6627739925441551694?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6627739925441551694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6627739925441551694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6627739925441551694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6627739925441551694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2012/02/ai-chega-aquela-hora-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7042011776804199123</id><published>2012-01-31T11:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:52:19.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu nunca vou entender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFV2pyOGJRk/Tyf_9TN6l1I/AAAAAAAAGDM/4by9UGP49zw/s1600/1278354108502_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFV2pyOGJRk/Tyf_9TN6l1I/AAAAAAAAGDM/4by9UGP49zw/s320/1278354108502_f.jpg" width="320" /&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;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;...porque a gente continua voltando pra casa querendo ser de alguém, ainda que a gente esteja um ao lado do outro. Eu nunca vou entender porque você é exatamente o que eu quero, eu sou exatamente o que você quer, mas as nossas exatidões não funcionam numa conta de mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas aí, daqui uns dias.... você vai me ligar. Querendo tomar aquele café de sempre, querendo me esc...onder como sempre, querendo me amar só enquanto você pode vulgarizar esse amor. Me querendo no escuro. E eu vou topar. Não porque seja uma idiota, não me dê valor ou não tenha nada melhor pra fazer. Apenas porque você me lembra o mistério da vida. Simplesmente porque é assim que a gente faz com a nossa própria existência: não entendemos nada, mas continuamos insistindo (face quando maos se entrelacam a dor diminui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7042011776804199123?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7042011776804199123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7042011776804199123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7042011776804199123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7042011776804199123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nunca-vou-entender.html' title='Eu nunca vou entender...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFV2pyOGJRk/Tyf_9TN6l1I/AAAAAAAAGDM/4by9UGP49zw/s72-c/1278354108502_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1190180449061090602</id><published>2012-01-30T13:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:29:31.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A difícil arte de seguir em frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AhIsDBw5aA/TybFFhm7fpI/AAAAAAAAGDE/lmw8K3Yl8fA/s1600/O+tempo+cura.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AhIsDBw5aA/TybFFhm7fpI/AAAAAAAAGDE/lmw8K3Yl8fA/s1600/O+tempo+cura.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(Em outras palavras: na hora do aperto a gente apela para a autoajuda, birita, ombro dos amigos, livros bestas e músicas cafonas.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Por algum motivo as coisas não deram certo. Sua vida seguiu por um caminho e a dele dobrou duas quadras mais para a frente. Você fica se perguntando o que aconteceu, o que deu errado, por que vai ter que enfiar todos os planos dentro da nécessaire, fechar e ficar um tempão sem abrir novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A gente passa por diversas fases. Sentimos raiva, sentimos dor, sentimos revolta, sentimos desprezo, sentimos saudade, sentimos amor, sentimos medo de nunca mais esquecer, sentimos medo de gostar de novo, sentimos vergonha e receio em repetir os mesmos erros bobos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Demorei muito para acreditar na mais louca e cruel verdade: quem gosta de você vai te tratar bem. Quem gosta de você se importa, quer o melhor, te procura, te liga, te dá satisfação. Quem gosta quer estar junto. Quem gosta demonstra. Quem gosta faz planos. Quem gosta apresenta para a família e amigos. Quem gosta manda uma mensagem bobinha só pra dizer que ama. Quem gosta carrega uma foto sua dentro da carteira pra ver quando dá saudade. Quem gosta abraça na hora de dormir. Quem gosta dá um beijo de boa noite e de bom dia. Quem gosta aguenta suas reclamações, sua cólica infernal, suas manhas e manias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me desculpa, mas não existe medo que seja maior que um sentimento. Não existe timidez que seja mais forte que uma declaração de amor. Não existe distância que deixe uma relação morrer se as duas pessoas querem ficar coladinhas. Não existe estou-dividido-entre-ela-e-você. Quem gosta pode se perder, mas sempre vai saber pra onde quer voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;A gente demora pra aceitar, arruma novecentas desculpas para a falta de jeito do outro. Ah, ele é confuso. Ah, ele está tenso. Ah, ele tem medo. Ah, ele é maluco. Ah, ele isso. Ah, ele aquilo. Desculpa, mas quem quer estar junto pensa ah, que saudade. Ah, que falta ela me faz. Quem gosta, gosta. Sem complicações. Sem armações e armaduras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Infelizmente, antes de seguir em frente tentamos interpretar as ações e atitudes da pessoa indecisa. Ele respondeu assim por tal motivo. Ele falou isso querendo dizer tal coisa. Ele isso, mas tenho certeza que ele aquilo. Quem gosta dá certeza do que sente. Quem gosta te olha com sinceridade. Quem gosta não faz joguinho nem te deixa pela metade. Quem gosta quer te deixar segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Por bem ou por mal, precisamos abandonar um sentimento que não traz nada de bom. Simples assim. Basta você se perguntar: é essa a vida que quero para mim? Eu mereço ser feliz? Eu mereço alguém que me ame? Eu mereço alguém que se importe? Eu mereço quem tenha certeza que me quer? Eu mereço ser amada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O momento em que você percebe que o outro não te quer é mágico. A gente acorda, se sente nova, se sente livre. É claro que não se afoga um sentimento do dia para a noite. Mas a gente tenta preencher aqueles espaços com coisas novas: músicas diferentes, bons livros, trabalho, amigos, decoração da casa, um animal de estimação. Tudo serve para animar, renovar, encher a casa, a vida e preencher o tempo, costurar e remendar nossas feridas. É claro que vai doer, é claro que você vai sentir, é claro que o sentimento ainda vai latejar por um tempo. Mas a gente supera a partir do momento em que decide o que merece. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;por&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fn" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;Clarissa Corrêa)&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/8922234338841143757-1190180449061090602?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1190180449061090602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1190180449061090602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1190180449061090602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1190180449061090602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/dificil-arte-de-seguir-em-frente.html' title='A difícil arte de seguir em frente'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AhIsDBw5aA/TybFFhm7fpI/AAAAAAAAGDE/lmw8K3Yl8fA/s72-c/O+tempo+cura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7159583363323381117</id><published>2012-01-18T23:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:25:54.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO O TEMPO NÃO CURA TUDO…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9_qB1kB8MI/Txd--WIL0lI/AAAAAAAAGC4/PPizeG9EtOA/s1600/time1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9_qB1kB8MI/Txd--WIL0lI/AAAAAAAAGC4/PPizeG9EtOA/s1600/time1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Há quem diga que o tempo cura tudo…desengane-se quem pensa assim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;O tempo não cura tudo, por mais que se deixe passar, existem marcas que estão de tal forma cravadas em nós que nem que passem mil anos elas desaparecem….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;O tempo não cura um amor mal resolvido, não apaga as marcas que ficam na alma, muito menos as do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Um grande amor não se extingue, não se apaga…mesmo que possa esmorecer, fica sempre aquele “lume brando” bem lá no fundo.. Ficam sempre as recordações dos tempos em que se transbordava de felicidade, ficam as memórias e as sensações daquilo que se viveu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não! O tempo não consegue apagar as memórias que restam daquilo que foi um grande amor! Um grande amor não morre…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;O tempo pode até fazer com que nos lembremos menos vezes, pode fazer com que o coração já não bata com tanta intensidade, mas depois sentimos um cheiro, vimos uma imagem, vimos um rosto familiar…e tudo volta num reboliço, os sintomas estão cá novamente e os sinais exteriores não mentem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não o tempo não cura tudo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;By Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7159583363323381117?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7159583363323381117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7159583363323381117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7159583363323381117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7159583363323381117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-o-tempo-nao-cura-tudo.html' title='NÃO O TEMPO NÃO CURA TUDO…'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9_qB1kB8MI/Txd--WIL0lI/AAAAAAAAGC4/PPizeG9EtOA/s72-c/time1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4320473307525775426</id><published>2012-01-17T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:36:00.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUEM SERVE UM BOATO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Há dias identifiquei o «medo» como o principal inimigo de um movimento independente que dá os primeiros passos na luta contra um poder instituído com muitos recursos e poucos escrúpulos para os usar todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Mas o medo é alimentado por dois irmãos gémeos que o acompanham por todo o lado e o ajudam a crescer: o «boato» e a falta de informação. Hoje quero falar-vos do primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;O boato é uma notícia de origem geralmente anónima que se propaga pelo “boca-a-boca”, pelo “diz-que-disse”, pelo panfleto anónimo ou, nos tempos que correm, através de comentários anónimos em blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;É senhor de uma impressionante capacidade de propagação e à medida que cresce vai ganhando novos contornos, novos coloridos e até apêndices imprevistos. Por onde passa lança a dúvida e confunde a razão. Faz hesitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quando propagado por “boateiros” profissionais (e há por aí muitos e bem pagos!) que nada mais têm que fazer, ainda mais efectivo se torna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;O boato dificilmente se desmente e muitas vezes o desmentido tem o efeito contrário. As tentativas para o desmentir dão-lhe a legitimidade que não tem e a atenção que não merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Uma questão que se impõe é a quem serve o boato? Naturalmente, o boato serve a quem tem algo a esconder, a quem espera prosperar no meio da mentira, da dúvida e da confusão. Nunca ajuda quem quer impor-se pela verdade e pela transparência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;O boato ajuda os primeiros – os que faltam à verdade – a dizer que os segundos são iguais a eles. Que no fundo não há diferenças entre ambos. Não conseguindo disfarçar o que são, tentam a todo o custos mostrar que os outros também o são. Fraco consolo digo eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Então, como se combate o boato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Existe uma velha máxima, não sei a quem é atribuída, que diz que se consegue enganar todas as pessoas durante algum tempo ou algumas pessoas durante todo o tempo. Mas não se consegue enganar todas as pessoas durante todo o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Portanto, por um lado, a mentira combate-se desta forma, sendo sempre o que se é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;O carácter é como o algodão, ao fim de algum tempo, não engana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Mas isso só não chega, não sejamos ingénuos ao ponto de acreditar que a verdade vence sempre e só por si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A verdade deixa-se encontrar, mas apenas por quem a procura. Depende da curiosidade e da abertura de espírito, da predisposição para ouvir. Não se revela, precisa de ser isolada de toda a poluição que a envolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Desafio todos os alandroalenses a procurarem activamente a verdade por detrás de todos os boatos. A duvidarem e a questionarem. A não levarem para casa a primeira história que vos vendem. Confrontem. Interroguem. Vão ter muitas surpresas. Ou talvez não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Neste movimento recusamos qualquer associação a boatos, comentários anónimos difamatórios ou outras formas menos transparentes de fazer política. Não os promovemos e ignoramos os que existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Simplesmente, não servem os nossos propósitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Damos a cara por aquilo que somos e fazemos e quando afirmamos algo assinamos por baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Há uma verdade impossível de camuflar por mais boatos que se lancem: Caberá a todos vós julgar se somos melhores ou piores, nisto ou naquilo. Mas não somos, seguramente, todos iguais, perguntem por aí. E não se deixem levar por boatos! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;João Grilo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4320473307525775426?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4320473307525775426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4320473307525775426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4320473307525775426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4320473307525775426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2012/01/quem-serve-um-boato.html' title='A QUEM SERVE UM BOATO?'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4889684558901213752</id><published>2011-12-12T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:25:51.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Gostaria que você sempre se lembrasse de que ser feliz não é ter um céu sem tempestades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;caminhos sem acidentes ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;trabalhos sem fadigas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;relacionamentos sem decepções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ser feliz não é apenas comemorar o sucesso , mas aprender lições nos fracassos .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos , mas encontrar alegria no anonimato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4889684558901213752?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4889684558901213752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4889684558901213752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4889684558901213752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4889684558901213752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/gostaria-que-voce-sempre-se-lembrasse.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4015818936235767936</id><published>2011-12-06T10:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:37:26.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR OU NÃO IMPORTAR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando se têm duas opções, amar ounão se importar, obviamente escolherei não se importar. Não que eu seja semcoração, frio e calculista. É que já experimentei esse tal do amor, esinceramente não me trouxe coisas boas. Tá, tá, algumas coisas boas, mas eujuro que a maioria foi ruim. Não que eu seja anti-social, ou que eu não gostede amar. Mas é que o amor machucou, e ainda está machucando. E entre dor eindolor, óbvio que escolho a opção indolor. É que de tanto sonhar alto, acabeicaindo de uma altura um tanto quanto grande. Por mil e um motivos escolherianão me importar, mas é que amar sozinho machuca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;O bom mesmo é amar e ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8922234338841143757-4015818936235767936?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4015818936235767936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-874206270658154871</id><published>2011-12-04T12:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T12:49:01.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EU SÓ QUERIA AMAR UM POUCO MENOS VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;NÃO QUERO MAIS QUE VOLTE, SÓ QUERO ESQUECER VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-874206270658154871?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/874206270658154871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=874206270658154871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/874206270658154871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/874206270658154871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-so-queria-amar-um-pouco-menos-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6042144829152308344</id><published>2011-12-03T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:45:28.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Meu Deus quanta dor, que estrago,&amp;nbsp;bagunçou tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;fico agora aqui remoendo saudade,&amp;nbsp;ruminando dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;nao durmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;perdi o meu chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;maldita hora que fui me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;doi demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;que raio de sentimento é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;e aquele jeito gostoso de me abraçar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;tudo mentira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;tudo se perdeu, tudo se tranformou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;me perdi nessa estrada, nao aguento mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;nada real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;e tiraram você de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Nao sei se foi amor, nao sei se te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;agora so me resta a duvida... e a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;ta doendo tanto.. e vai passar, de novo.. &amp;nbsp;como sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;mas ainda nao consigo mais pensar em nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;sem um sinal previo, quando notei eu ja queria voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;doi, doi saber que te pedi pra Deus, tanto,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;e vou desistir, por nao ter mais força pra sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;eu olhei alem dos seus olhos, vi o que ninguem vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;pode ser que eu não mereça mesmo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;mas só queria poder tentar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Entao joga fora tudo o que eu te disse, como se fosse só um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6042144829152308344?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6042144829152308344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6042144829152308344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6042144829152308344'/><link 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/&gt;SEM VOCÊ TUDO É SAUDADE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACHEI QUE NUNCA MAIS&amp;nbsp;PASSARIA&amp;nbsp;POR ISSO...&lt;br /&gt;OH CORAÇÃO... SEGURA AS PONTAS AI... POR FAVOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8434557335658904664?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8434557335658904664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8434557335658904664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8434557335658904664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8434557335658904664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/facil-e-dizer-que-e-facil-te-esquecer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6028164169098887002</id><published>2011-12-01T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:45:38.891-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Que Fui Te Amar Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sei que ti perdi dessa vez pra nunca mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu que te sonhava hoje ja nao durmo mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;voce se fez tao grande aqui dentro de mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;foi meu tudo meu começo e hoje é nada é meu fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu ja nem me reconheço sem voce perto de mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu nao sei porque que eu fui te amar assim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu nao sei porque que eu fui te amar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Te amei de mais voce nao entendeu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;te dei meu sonho e voce nao me deu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;so quero a chance de te falar contar um sonho meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;me dei de corpo alma e coraçao&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;peguei o sol e puis em tuas maos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;voce deixou entao o sol se foi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;e veio a escuridao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;voce se fez tao grande aqui dentro de mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;foi meu tudo meu começo e hoje é nada é meu fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu ja nem me reconheço sem voce perto de mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu nao sei porque que eu fui te amar assim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;eu nao sei porque que eu fui te amar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu nao sei porque que eu fui te amar assim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6028164169098887002?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6028164169098887002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6028164169098887002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6028164169098887002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6028164169098887002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/12/por-que-fui-te-amar-assim.html' title='Por Que Fui Te Amar Assim'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6213244648606395765</id><published>2011-11-30T00:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:08:37.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva de novembro - NOVEMBER RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Amo essa musica. Tudo a ver agora nesse momento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pra quem não entende, a letra de November Rain do Guns, é linda.. Vai ai, e você sabe:(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/8SbUC-UaAxE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SbUC-UaAxE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SbUC-UaAxE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Quando eu olho nos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu posso ver um amor reprimido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas, querida, quando te abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Você não sabe que eu sinto o mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Pois nada dura para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;E ambos sabemos que corações podem mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;E é difícil carregar uma vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Na fria chuva de novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Nós estivemos nisso por um longo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Só tentando matar a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois amantes sempre vêm, e amantes sempre vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E ninguém realmente tem certeza de quem está se deixando ir hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se nós pudéssemos ganhar o tempo para deixar tudo na linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu poderia descansar minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas sabendo que você é minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Portanto, se você quer me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, querida, não reprima-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou eu acabarei caminhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Na fria chuva de novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você precisa de um tempo... pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você precisa de um tempo... sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos precisam de um tempo... para si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não sabe que precisa de um tempo... sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que é difícil manter aberto o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando, até mesmo os amigos parecem te prejudicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se você pudesse curar um coração partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Não haveria tempo para te encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes eu preciso de um tempo... pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes eu preciso de um tempo... sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos precisam de um tempo... para si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não sabe que precisa de um tempo... sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando seus medos baixarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E as sombras ainda permanecerem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que você pode me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando não houver ninguém para culpar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, deixa pra lá a escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Nós ainda podemos achar um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada dura para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem mesmo a fria chuva de novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não acha que precisa de alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não acha que precisa de alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos precisam de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não é a única!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não é a única!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6213244648606395765?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6213244648606395765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6213244648606395765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6213244648606395765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6213244648606395765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/chuva-de-novembro-november-rain.html' title='Chuva de novembro - NOVEMBER RAIN'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6854373476623039947</id><published>2011-11-26T02:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:20:10.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é meu exagero preferido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A verdade é que por você eu faço tudo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Enfrento a dor, a saudade e o silêncio-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: grey; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;scuro de uma noite mal dormida.&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu faço acontecer, eu cumpro as mil promessas feitas e faço mais outras mil.&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu vou sem saber aonde, dou risada se estiver perdido e vejo o valor daqueles tantos detalhes que já deixei pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu gosto de transbordar, passar da conta, esquecer os limites… Quero a rotina de nós dois de hoje até daqui um milhão de anos,&lt;br /&gt;porque você é meu exagero preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6854373476623039947?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6854373476623039947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6854373476623039947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6854373476623039947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6854373476623039947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-e-meu-exagero-preferido.html' title='Você é meu exagero preferido'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2091607932926672287</id><published>2011-11-25T13:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:01:21.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quer saber de um segredinho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Quem gosta corre atrás, corre muito. Dá seu jeito, pede desculpa, passa por cima do orgulho, passa por cima de tudo. Porque gosta. Porque sente falta. Muita falta. Pare de se iludir achando que a gata não foi atrás de você porque está se fazendo de difícil. Ok, um dia sem ligar até vai. Talvez uma sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ana. Mais do que isso sabe o que significa? Desinteresse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem na...da pior do que brigar com quem a gente gosta. Dói lá no fundo, sabe? É um soco no estômago. Não temos vontade de comer nada, ficamos isolados do mundo e dormimos o dia inteiro pra esquecer. Mas a gente não esquece, não mesmo. No primeiro estágio pensamos "Fala sério, ela que corra atrás! Eu estou certo." E repetimos isso até se tornar verdade, repetimos porque precisamos acreditar que estamos certos. Mas o telefone não toca, ela não vem falar com você e a saudade começa a apertar. Aí vem o estágio dois "Será que eu peguei pesado demais com ela?". O orgulho não te deixa ir atrás, mas o coração não aguenta ficar separado. O orgulho diz que não, a saudade diz que sim. Quer saber o estágio três? Se você gosta, vai dar um foda-se para tudo e todos e vai atrás. Vai dizer que sente muito e dar um beijo com gosto de reconciliação, com gosto de "que falta você me faz". Se você não gosta, vai dar um foda-se também. Só que pra ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem gosta vai atrás sem escutar o orgulho. Quem gosta de verdade não se importa de parecer bobo, ou até mesmo idiota. Quem gosta pede desculpas mesmo sem ter errado. Ela não foi atrás? Sinto te dizer Parceiro, mas ela não gosta de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2091607932926672287?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2091607932926672287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2091607932926672287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2091607932926672287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2091607932926672287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/quer-saber-de-um-segredinho.html' title='Quer saber de um segredinho?'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1157177376356132005</id><published>2011-11-15T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:13:26.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não quero ter razão... eu quero é ser Feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URHypJOtvZQ/TsLj_ZiRjmI/AAAAAAAAGA0/GiPzBRheSCg/s1600/305024_276177289074456_137988052893381_1137739_6663584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URHypJOtvZQ/TsLj_ZiRjmI/AAAAAAAAGA0/GiPzBRheSCg/s320/305024_276177289074456_137988052893381_1137739_6663584_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hoje sei que a felicidade passa bem longe de ter razão e que muitas vezes nos perdemos nessa busca por ter razão e por convencer ao outro de que estamos certos... Se sabemos usar bem o monte de palavras disponíveis... somos mesmo capazes de convencer ao outro de que temos razão... e pode ser que isso nos dê até um sentimento de ter ganho alguma coisa... mas nunca a felicidade... se ao provar que temos razão estamos defendendo um ponto de vista fixo... pra fugir de buscar em um nível mais profundo o porquê de estarmos passando por aquilo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas vezes essa razão que só se baseia em um jogo de palavras na verdade está tentando esconder um medo grande que temos de entrar em contato com aquilo que verdadeiramente somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quantas pessoas eu vejo se relacionando em um nível tão superficial que ficam o tempo todo procurando provar que têm razão... como se isso garantisse a felicidade... e perdem um tempo enorme e muita energia nesse nível ao invés de buscar dentro delas os motivos que estão gerando aquele possível conflito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando nossas palavras são baseadas em um sentimento verdadeiro elas ganham uma força que nem precisamos de muitas pra que as pessoas sintam nossa intenção...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre podemos escolher em que nível vamos nos relacionar com o outro - que na verdade está refletindo o nível em que temos coragem de nos relacionar com a gente mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se vamos ficar no nível de ter razão ou no nível de ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se escolhermos o nível de ser feliz... vamos ter que correr o risco de nos mostrarmos por inteiro... e vamos usar aquelas oportunidades onde antes buscávamos provar que tínhamos razão para olhar pra dentro e buscar nas nossas cavernas mais profundas o porquê de estarmos passando por aquilo e o que podemos fazer...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse fazer não implica em mudar o outro... só o outro que está dentro de você... porque na verdade o outro está só espelhando uma parte sua que você não consegue enxergar e que às vezes passa tempos teimando que não tem aquilo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao sair da atitude de defender um ponto de vista fixo e nos permitirmos ir além de ter razão... vamos enfim encontrar uma riqueza infinita de possibilidades de nos conhecermos naquilo que procuramos esconder...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #000033; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;É muito mágico você deixar de lado o ter razão pra buscar dentro de você as causas que geram aquele conflito... e nessa busca você encontra muito mais do que o gosto amargo da vitória que pode conseguir por defender pontos de vista fixos... Você encontra você mesmo em nuances tão interessantes e expressivas que essas partes que você conquista de você fazem com que tudo mude ao seu redor... e a partir daí você vê que não precisa ter razão... porque você tem certeza que pode ser feliz sem precisar provar nada pra ninguém... só sendo o que você é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1157177376356132005?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1157177376356132005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1157177376356132005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1157177376356132005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1157177376356132005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-nao-quero-ter-razao-eu-quero-e-ser.html' title='Eu não quero ter razão... eu quero é ser Feliz!'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URHypJOtvZQ/TsLj_ZiRjmI/AAAAAAAAGA0/GiPzBRheSCg/s72-c/305024_276177289074456_137988052893381_1137739_6663584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2245407209461775998</id><published>2011-11-12T11:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:53:53.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NUNCA DEIXE UM HOMEM MANDAR EM VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuyYrVZexUY/Tr6HqLrHHII/AAAAAAAAGAs/l9O3AydDJRg/s1600/319583_281604818546438_252457208127866_876942_379909449_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuyYrVZexUY/Tr6HqLrHHII/AAAAAAAAGAs/l9O3AydDJRg/s320/319583_281604818546438_252457208127866_876942_379909449_n.jpg" width="320" /&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;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Se um homem quer você, nada pode mantê-lo longe;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele não te quer, nada pode fazê-lo ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Pare de dar desculpas (de arranjar justificativas) para um homem e seu comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;Permita que sua intuição (ou espírito) te proteja das mágoas.&lt;br /&gt;Pare de tentar se modificar para uma relação que não tem que acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mais devagar é melhor. Nunca dedique sua vida a um homem antes que você encontre um que realmente te faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Se uma relação terminar porque o homem não te tratou como você merecia,”foda-se, mande pro inferno, esquece!”, vocês não podem “ser amigos”. Um amigo não destrataria outro amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não conserte.&lt;br /&gt;Se você sente que ele está te enrolando, provavelmente é porque ele está mesmo. Não continue (a relação) porque você acha que “ele vai melhorar”.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai se chatear daqui um ano por continuar a relação quando as coisas ainda não estiverem melhores.&lt;br /&gt;A única pessoa que você pode controlar em uma relação é você mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Evite homens que têm um monte de filhos, e de um monte de mulheres diferentes. Ele não casou com elas quando elas ficaram grávidas, então, porque ele te trataria diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tenha seu próprio círculo de amizade, separadamente do dele.&lt;br /&gt;Coloque limites no modo como um homem te trata. Se algo te irritar,faça um escândalo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe um homem saber de tudo. Mais tarde ele usará isso contra você.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode mudar o comportamento de um homem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A mudança vem de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca o deixe sentir que ele é mais importante que você… mesmo se ele tiver um maior grau de escolaridade ou um emprego melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Não o torne um semi-deus.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um homem, nada além ou aquém disso.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe um homem definir quem você é.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pegue o homem de alguém emprestado.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele traiu alguém com você, ele te trairá.&lt;br /&gt;Um homem vai te tratar do jeito que você permita que ele te trate. Todos os homens NÃO são cachorros.&lt;br /&gt;Você não deve ser a única a fazer tudo…compromisso é uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;via&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;de mão dupla.&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa de tempo para se cuidar entre as relações. Não há nada precioso quanto viajar. Veja as suas questões antes de um novo relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca deve olhar para alguém sentindo que a pessoa irá te completar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma relação consiste de dois indivíduos completos,procure alguém que irá te complementar… não suplementar.&lt;br /&gt;Namorar é bacana. mesmo se ele não for o esperado Sr. Correto.&lt;br /&gt;Faça-o sentir falta de você algumas vezes… quando um homem sempre sabe que você está lá, e que você está sempre disponível para ele, ele se acha…&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se mude para a casa da mãe dele. Nunca seja cúmplice (ou co-assine qualquer documento) de um homem.&lt;br /&gt;Não se comprometa completamente com um homem que não te dá tudo oque você precisa. Mantenha-o em seu radar, mas conheça outros…&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhe isso com outras mulheres e homens (de modo que eles saibam). Você fará alguém sorrir, outros repensarem sobre as escolhas, e outras mulheres se prepararem.&lt;br /&gt;O medo de ficar sozinha faz que várias mulheres permaneçam em relações que são abusivas e lesivas: Dr. Phill&lt;br /&gt;Você deve saber que você é a melhor coisa que pode acontecer para alguém e se um homem te destrata, é ele que vai perder uma coisa boa.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele ficou atraído por você à primeira vista, saiba que ele não foi o único.&lt;br /&gt;Todos eles estão te olhando, então você tem várias opções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça a escolha certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8922234338841143757-2245407209461775998?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2245407209461775998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2245407209461775998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2245407209461775998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2245407209461775998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/nunca-deixe-um-homem-mandar-em-voce.html' title='NUNCA DEIXE UM HOMEM MANDAR EM VOCÊ'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuyYrVZexUY/Tr6HqLrHHII/AAAAAAAAGAs/l9O3AydDJRg/s72-c/319583_281604818546438_252457208127866_876942_379909449_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8956671460905993324</id><published>2011-11-10T21:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:56:48.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a magia do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Meg: Ás vezes é melhor estar sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hércules: O que você quer dizer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meg: Ninguém pode machucar você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-vPMY0hGDnJM/TrxytnzR5WI/AAAAAAAAGAk/plV0yDxWU5U/s1600/297687_281599308546989_252457208127866_876935_167359279_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPMY0hGDnJM/TrxytnzR5WI/AAAAAAAAGAk/plV0yDxWU5U/s320/297687_281599308546989_252457208127866_876935_167359279_n.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8956671460905993324?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8956671460905993324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8956671460905993324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8956671460905993324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8956671460905993324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/magia-do-amor.html' title='a magia do amor'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPMY0hGDnJM/TrxytnzR5WI/AAAAAAAAGAk/plV0yDxWU5U/s72-c/297687_281599308546989_252457208127866_876935_167359279_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7092837526575841895</id><published>2011-11-10T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:27:25.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAIBA VALORIZAR QUEM TE VALORIZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-align: left; width: auto;" tabindex="0"&gt;"Sabe essa garota que tá dançando, lá na pista, e você tá babando por ela, amigo? Minha ex-namorada! Faz uns três meses que eu terminei com ela. Eu a traí todos os dias. E quando ela dizia que me amava, eu ria. Sabe essas roupas coladas e esse cabelo pro lado que ela tá usando aí? Ela costumava usar uma camiseta rosa e um short, com o cabelo preso para trás. Mas ela não conseguia ficar feia, eu só não sei porque nunca disse isso a ela. Ela era louca por mim! Me mandava mensagem de bom dia; depois me lembrava de amarrar os cadarços que eu sempre esquecia; colocava sempre na minha agenda os horários do meu dentista. E sabe como eu retribuía? Zoava com meus amigos e ficava com umas que passavam, de cabelo pro lado e roupa colada, assim como ela tá hoje. Ela cuidava de mim todo fim da noite, mesmo que eu passasse o dia inteiro ignorando ela... Ela ainda ia lá, dizer que os anjos dela iam cuidar de mim. Era a garota mais grudenta, ciumenta, complicada e estranha que eu já tinha conhecido. Eu gostava mesmo era dessas aí, de ficar uma noite e me darem o telefone errado. Aí eu terminei com ela. Falei que ela era trouxa e burra por acreditar em mim. Dois dias depois, eu vi uma foto dela e chorei. Três dias depois, eu liguei pro celular dela e ela não atendeu. Quatro dias depois, eu fui na casa dela e ela disse que tava ocupada para falar comigo. Cinco dias depois, eu não tive vontade de sair. No sexto, sétimo e no resto dos meses eu sentia falta dela todos os dias. Até que me puxaram para uma balada, a mesma que eu ia para ficar com essas meninas que não querem saber de mais nada, a não ser delas mesmas, e a encontrei aqui. Linda! Os olhos delas brilhavam! Eu fui falar com ela e ela ficou comigo. Achei que, dessa vez, eu podia tê-la nas mãos de novo, mas dessa vez, para valorizá-la. Pedi seu número do celular novo e ela me deu. Liguei no dia seguinte e a moça da padaria atendeu: Número errado. Chorei de saudade, arrependimento, receio. E de saber que a garota que eu ria, se tornou a garota que ria de mim. Pior, a garota que era minha, agora tinha um tanto de caras querendo ser dela. E ela querendo aproveitar o tempo que perdeu... Eu fiz a garota dos meus sonhos ser o sonho de todos os garotos por aí. Eu a perdi. E sabe o que ela me falou no começo da festa? Que ela não era trouxa e nem burra de acreditar no amor que eu dizia sentir por ela. E sabe o que dói? Vê-la dançando, rindo e não se preocupando, em nenhum momento, em olhar para cá, me ver babando por ela e chorando por nunca ter percebido o quanto ela era importante para mim, antes. !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList                            " id="fbPhotoPageTagList" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList                            " style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIl3lEtDBb4/TrxduPkwUfI/AAAAAAAAGAc/_813eTW1Qiw/s1600/images+%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIl3lEtDBb4/TrxduPkwUfI/AAAAAAAAGAc/_813eTW1Qiw/s1600/images+%252812%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList                            " style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8922234338841143757-7092837526575841895?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7092837526575841895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7092837526575841895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7092837526575841895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7092837526575841895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/saiba-valorizar-quem-te-valoriza.html' title='SAIBA VALORIZAR QUEM TE VALORIZA'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIl3lEtDBb4/TrxduPkwUfI/AAAAAAAAGAc/_813eTW1Qiw/s72-c/images+%252812%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-715569801479697693</id><published>2011-11-10T20:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:18:30.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-align: left; width: auto;" tabindex="0"&gt;"Prefiro esbanjar emoções. Mesmo que doa.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que, um dia, eu possa me arrepender.&lt;br /&gt;Meus arrependimentos duram pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa me cutuca e diz: Olha, que bom que você fez!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-align: left; width: auto;" tabindex="0"&gt;Que bom que você teve coragem! Que bom que você sente! Que bom que você tenta!&lt;br /&gt;Tentar é se arriscar. E tudo na vida tem metade de chance de dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;E a outra metade? De dar errado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é poupando que você saberá..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList                           " id="fbPhotoPageTagList" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg" style="color: grey;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8922234338841143757-715569801479697693?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/715569801479697693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=715569801479697693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/715569801479697693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/715569801479697693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/prefiro-esbanjar-emocoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-687380613620148554</id><published>2011-11-10T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:14:13.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-align: left; width: auto;" tabindex="0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Você pode não ser o primeiro homem dela, o último homem dela ou o único homem dela. Ela amou antes, pode ser que ela ame de novo. Mas se ela te ama agora, o que mais importa? Ela não é perfeita - você também não é, e vocês dois podem nunca ser perfeitos juntos, mas se ela te faz rir, te faz pensar duas vezes, e admite ser humana e cometer erros, segure-se a ela e dê a ela o máximo que você puder. Ela pode não estar pensando em você a cada segundo do dia, mas ela te dará uma parte dela que ela sabe que você pode quebrar - o coração dela. Então não machuque ela, não mude ela, não analise e não espere mais do que ela pode dar. Sorria quando ela te fizer feliz, diga a ela quando ela te deixar com raiva, e sinta a falta dela quando ela não estiver por perto."&lt;br /&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList                        " id="fbPhotoPageTagList" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8922234338841143757-687380613620148554?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/687380613620148554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=687380613620148554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/687380613620148554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/687380613620148554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-pode-nao-ser-o-primeiro-homem-dela.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5410837025861370523</id><published>2011-11-10T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:13:12.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Só volte quando eu chamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e não me obedeça sempre porque eu também gosto de ser contrariada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não seja escravo da televisão, nem xiita contra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem escravo meu, nem filho meu, nem meu pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escolha um papel para você que ainda não tenha sido preenchido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o invente muitas vezes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5410837025861370523?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5410837025861370523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5410837025861370523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5410837025861370523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5410837025861370523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-volte-quando-eu-chamar-e-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6854220181188042257</id><published>2011-11-10T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:02:51.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Namorar - Por Arnaldo Jabor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fe1Mgddj5bg/TrxJ8l_33pI/AAAAAAAAGAM/MDNUtaGhEos/s1600/8DxjMlEcMni0xx42OSD33o7Wo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fe1Mgddj5bg/TrxJ8l_33pI/AAAAAAAAGAM/MDNUtaGhEos/s320/8DxjMlEcMni0xx42OSD33o7Wo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Na hora de cantar todo mundo enche o peito nas boates, nos bares, levanta os braços, sorri e dispara: 'eu sou de ninguém, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo é meu também'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;No entanto, passado o efeito do whisky com energético e dos beijos descompromissados, os adeptos da geração ´tribalista´ se dirigem aos consultórios terapêuticos, ou alugam os ouvidos do amigo mais p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;róximo e reclamam de solidão, ausência de interesse das pessoas, descaso e rejeição.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;A maioria não quer ser de ninguém, mas quer que alguém seja seu. Não dá, infelizmente, para ficar somente com a cereja do bolo - beijar de língua, namorar e não ser de ninguém. Para comer a cereja é preciso comer o bolo todo e nele, os ingredientes vão além do descompromisso, como: não receber o famoso telefonema no dia seguinte, não saber se está namorando mesmo depois de sair um mês com a mesma pessoa, não se importar se o outro estiver beijando outra, etc, etc, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Desconhece a delícia de assistir a um filme debaixo das cobertas num dia chuvoso comendo pipoca com chocolate quente, o prazer de dormir junto abraçado, roçando os pés sob as cobertas e a troca de cumplicidade, carinho e amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Namorar é algo que vai muito além das cobranças. É cuidar do outro e ser cuidado por ele, é telefonar só para dizer bom dia, ter uma boa companhia para ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, transar por amor, ter alguém para fazer e receber cafuné, um colo para chorar, uma mão para enxugar lágrimas, enfim, é ter 'alguém para amar'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Somos livres para optarmos! E ser livre não é beijar na boca e não ser de ninguém. É ter coragem, ser autêntico e se permitir viver um sentimento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6854220181188042257?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6854220181188042257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6854220181188042257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6854220181188042257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6854220181188042257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/namorar-por-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='Namorar - Por Arnaldo Jabor'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fe1Mgddj5bg/TrxJ8l_33pI/AAAAAAAAGAM/MDNUtaGhEos/s72-c/8DxjMlEcMni0xx42OSD33o7Wo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4212460470321981522</id><published>2011-11-10T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:01:45.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58Qf0MW8FQk/TrwvYoYh16I/AAAAAAAAGAE/OZmMZxmyK7A/s1600/2132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58Qf0MW8FQk/TrwvYoYh16I/AAAAAAAAGAE/OZmMZxmyK7A/s320/2132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background: white; color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Os homens mais cotados sãoos ricos, altos e fortes. Normalmente frequentam restaurantes caros, fazemacademia cinco vezes na semana e têm carros importados. O que eles não sabem éque as mulheres de verdade querem apenas homens com atitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Ter atitude é tomar partido. É quando se resolve o problema echama para si a responsabilidade. Vai dizer que você não gosta do homem que éauto suficiente, leal e justo? Aquele que reconhece o valor, tem respeito,admiração e orgulho da mulher que escolheu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Homem de verdade tem voz firme e quando fala não precisagritar. Muito menos é grosseiro quando precisa mostrar que tem opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Homem tem que ter atitude de Homem. Ele não pode ser molequeou menino mimado e/ou sem caráter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;O homem não precisa brigar no trãnsito ou agredir a mulherpara mostrar que é macho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;O homem é macho quando dá prazer, e segurança, à mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white;"&gt;Homem de atitude tem bom-humor, pegada, abraço forte e cheirobom. O resto? Só quem não é mulher de verdade que liga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8922234338841143757-4212460470321981522?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4212460470321981522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4212460470321981522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4212460470321981522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4212460470321981522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/homem-de-verdade.html' title='Homem de verdade'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58Qf0MW8FQk/TrwvYoYh16I/AAAAAAAAGAE/OZmMZxmyK7A/s72-c/2132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4057158790782175011</id><published>2011-11-09T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:40:01.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMENS, LEIAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns9GogZYYEk/TrxMkvyj9QI/AAAAAAAAGAU/BzCWuS1t19c/s1600/0%252C%252C40275236-EXH%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns9GogZYYEk/TrxMkvyj9QI/AAAAAAAAGAU/BzCWuS1t19c/s320/0%252C%252C40275236-EXH%252C00.jpg" width="320" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;As mulheres que mais marcaram ou irão marcar a sua vida são as CHATAS. Também chamadas de loucas, ciumentas, bipolares, confusas, esquisitas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;As chatas te ligam de madrugada cobrando algo que você fez na semana passada, elas brigam contigo, olham feio para a mulherada que ta em volta de você, as chatas fazem cara feia, batem o pé, fazem bico, batem boca contigo sem pensar nas cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;equências e principalmente são ciumentas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou te perguntar uma coisa: Quem não gosta de se sentir desejado?!&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher que não te procura ou não esta nem aí para você ou tem medo de te perder e prefere fingir que não viu ou ouviu nada logo elas NÃO TEM IDENTIDADE! As chatas podem incomodar, mas estão ali do seu lado em qualquer situação, não ligam para sua conta bancária ou quantos carros tem na garagem, elas te cercam tanto que não deixam que nada de ruim se aproxime de você.. Elas podem ter seus defeitos mas fazem tudo para ser perfeitas, NÃO pedem desculpas e são marrentas, porém se trata-las bem são as pessoas mais doces que ira conhecer... Então valorize aquela mulher que bate o pé, xinga, teima, porque essa mulher sim esta dando valor para o que você é o não para o que você tem !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4057158790782175011?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4057158790782175011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4057158790782175011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4057158790782175011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4057158790782175011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/homens-leiam.html' title='HOMENS, LEIAM.'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns9GogZYYEk/TrxMkvyj9QI/AAAAAAAAGAU/BzCWuS1t19c/s72-c/0%252C%252C40275236-EXH%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2818722474161798957</id><published>2011-11-08T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:27:00.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preto</title><content type='html'>Nessa canção que fiz especialmente pra você,&amp;nbsp;tentei expressar tudo o que sinto, espero que você goste. Pois você é minha vida, amo você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever carta, mandar flores, pois nada se assemelha ao seus valores.&lt;br /&gt;Quero te provar que sou seu fã, quero te acordar todas manhãs, beijando tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Quero tornar seus dias inesqueciveis, eu quero te dar todas as provas de amor possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Quero realizar os sonhos teus, eu quero passar os dias meus, todos contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te dar meu coração, minha vida está em suas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero te dar o mundo, tudo o que eu puder.&lt;br /&gt;Com você do meu lado topo o que vier.&lt;br /&gt;Pra te fazer feliz, faço o que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/cL_dIW31uuo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL_dIW31uuo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL_dIW31uuo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Te amo e vou te amar, quantas vidas eu tiver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2818722474161798957?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2818722474161798957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2818722474161798957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2818722474161798957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2818722474161798957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/preto.html' title='Preto'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1694284004165019711</id><published>2011-11-06T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:51:46.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou LIVRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYjhCJJiCZ0/TraMwbwh_5I/AAAAAAAAF_4/0M5Dv96Opfo/s1600/1fea3c9bc725faaced4e78c4ba19c0176b04699a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYjhCJJiCZ0/TraMwbwh_5I/AAAAAAAAF_4/0M5Dv96Opfo/s320/1fea3c9bc725faaced4e78c4ba19c0176b04699a.jpeg" width="320" /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;"Sou livre quando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;amo o que faço.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;ou livre quando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;aceito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;que o mais importante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;é a minha consciência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou livre quando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;sou capaz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;de amar o instante da vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;que eu tenho nas mãos."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 300;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate" bgcolor="#9999FF" style="background-color: black;" width="350"&gt;Liberdade é o espaço que a felicidade precisa..."&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/8922234338841143757-1694284004165019711?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1694284004165019711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1694284004165019711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1694284004165019711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1694284004165019711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/sou-livre.html' title='Sou LIVRE'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYjhCJJiCZ0/TraMwbwh_5I/AAAAAAAAF_4/0M5Dv96Opfo/s72-c/1fea3c9bc725faaced4e78c4ba19c0176b04699a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8120734896216757110</id><published>2011-11-06T10:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:54:09.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se pela força da distância,você se ausenta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag3LQE9aVIE/TraK9hICHDI/AAAAAAAAF_w/G4bEcIuChI8/s1600/c76d6d0d337b7e356d32e08da4e4a4e7ab1a264f.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag3LQE9aVIE/TraK9hICHDI/AAAAAAAAF_w/G4bEcIuChI8/s320/c76d6d0d337b7e356d32e08da4e4a4e7ab1a264f.jpeg" width="320" /&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pela força que há na saudade,você voltarás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8922234338841143757-8120734896216757110?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8120734896216757110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8120734896216757110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8120734896216757110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8120734896216757110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-pela-forca-da-distanciavoce-se.html' title='Se pela força da distância,você se ausenta...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag3LQE9aVIE/TraK9hICHDI/AAAAAAAAF_w/G4bEcIuChI8/s72-c/c76d6d0d337b7e356d32e08da4e4a4e7ab1a264f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5461653822744747155</id><published>2011-11-06T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:22:06.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VALE A PENA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NUj0JHOwVk/TraJy-D-yYI/AAAAAAAAF_o/PgC588_wUyI/s1600/tumblr_lin0nmyoQw1qdj3jvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NUj0JHOwVk/TraJy-D-yYI/AAAAAAAAF_o/PgC588_wUyI/s320/tumblr_lin0nmyoQw1qdj3jvo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Se vale a pena, vale também a dor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;o sofrimento, as vezes que você cair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;As lágrimas, por mais ruins que pareçam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;te fazem crescer e logo, te fazem sorrir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;Se vale mesmo a pena,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;nada que você fará será em vão.&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/8922234338841143757-5461653822744747155?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5461653822744747155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5461653822744747155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5461653822744747155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5461653822744747155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/vale-pena.html' title='VALE A PENA?'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NUj0JHOwVk/TraJy-D-yYI/AAAAAAAAF_o/PgC588_wUyI/s72-c/tumblr_lin0nmyoQw1qdj3jvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2901334448865433909</id><published>2011-11-06T09:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:50:54.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos nos Olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #c0a154; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBftyr5iy7Q/TraCKvm0S1I/AAAAAAAAF_I/M_GNMKRP47g/s1600/olhos+nos+olhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBftyr5iy7Q/TraCKvm0S1I/AAAAAAAAF_I/M_GNMKRP47g/s320/olhos+nos+olhos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa-me brincar com as tuas mãos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos ... Como crianças ou jovens namorados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que afagam a areia&amp;nbsp;da praia junto ao mar, Inocentes, serenos, deslumbrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa-me brincar com as tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alheados do tempo que passa e do enlouquecido frémito do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inventaremos juntos gestos lassos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que terão o sabor terno e doce dos abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa-me brincar com as tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como um duende e uma fada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que inebriados na branda luz da madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sem palavras, nem ânsias, nem a inquietude da paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se amam para além de todo o pensamento e de toda a razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa-me brincar com as tuas mãos Olhos nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque este olhar, longo e fundo, que atinge o âmago do ser Faz-nos rever nossa vida por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E descobrir um amor que, brotando como água de caudalosa nascente, E já um tanto diferente do primeiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mais vasto, mais caloroso, mais denso, mais envolvente. Ainda, como outrora, vivo, esperançoso, arrebatado, profundo, infindável, Mas agora mais enternecido, gratuito, despojado; Mais consolador, mais cheio de gratidão, de intimidade, de desvelo e,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;finalmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;de perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A verdadeira Magia da vida, é saber viver completamente em Paz, aí seremos verdadeiramente Felizes ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2901334448865433909?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2901334448865433909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2901334448865433909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2901334448865433909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2901334448865433909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/olhos-nos-olhos.html' title='Olhos nos Olhos'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBftyr5iy7Q/TraCKvm0S1I/AAAAAAAAF_I/M_GNMKRP47g/s72-c/olhos+nos+olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5780964845860022309</id><published>2011-11-05T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:50:10.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De mí... CAMILA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/wxoKS5cmEZU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxoKS5cmEZU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxoKS5cmEZU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nunca había sentido algo así&lt;/div&gt;La vida me mantuvo siempre en paz&lt;br /&gt;Llegaste a abrir las puertas del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Y a regalar la soledad&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel envenenó mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Dejándome en completa obscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Y así en lugar de olvidarte yo&lt;br /&gt;Te fuí queriendo mucho más&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Viéndome sufrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dime como debo hacer&lt;br /&gt;Para olvidarme de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Y si sacarte para siempre de mí&lt;br /&gt;De mí, de mí, de mí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Lo supe en el momento en que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Quererte iba a dolereme de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Pero volvi a mirarte y comprendi&lt;br /&gt;Que iré contigo hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Viéndome sufrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dime como debo hacer&lt;br /&gt;Para olvidarme de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Y borrar tu nombre de mí&lt;br /&gt;De mí, de mí, de mí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Intente alejarme, no pensarte más&lt;br /&gt;No pensarte más&lt;br /&gt;Me dolió entragarme como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Lo hice jamás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;De mí, de mí, de mí, de mí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5780964845860022309?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5780964845860022309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5780964845860022309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5780964845860022309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5780964845860022309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-mi-camila.html' title='De mí... CAMILA'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5588642236719115022</id><published>2011-11-04T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:11:32.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se for verdadeiro vai acontecer, independente de tempo e distância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xceSIzIYwg/TraHO_ECtsI/AAAAAAAAF_g/ocLWu_qeut4/s1600/305024_276177289074456_137988052893381_1137739_6663584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xceSIzIYwg/TraHO_ECtsI/AAAAAAAAF_g/ocLWu_qeut4/s320/305024_276177289074456_137988052893381_1137739_6663584_n.jpg" width="320" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Já passei por muita coisa, já vi muita coisa acontecer, mas meus olhos não deixam transparecer absolutamente nada porque além de forte, sou fiel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Sou leal aos meus amigos ainda que nem todos eles sejam leais a mim&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;O meu sorriso é verdadeiro&lt;/u&gt;. A causa dele são aqueles que eu amo. Alguns perto, outros longe, mas todos me completam, fazem de mim quem eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5588642236719115022?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5588642236719115022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5588642236719115022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5588642236719115022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5588642236719115022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-for-verdadeiro-vai-acontecer.html' title='Se for verdadeiro vai acontecer, independente de tempo e distância'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xceSIzIYwg/TraHO_ECtsI/AAAAAAAAF_g/ocLWu_qeut4/s72-c/305024_276177289074456_137988052893381_1137739_6663584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8006594542347543919</id><published>2011-11-01T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:22:16.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMPkgBIk8W0/TrCNHxt064I/AAAAAAAAF-o/RvPE9hA7Jgs/s1600/amizade1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMPkgBIk8W0/TrCNHxt064I/AAAAAAAAF-o/RvPE9hA7Jgs/s320/amizade1.jpg" width="320" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Melhores amigas pra mim, são aquelas que nunca serão esquecidas. Nem a distância, nem as briguinhas, nem as fofocas..enfim, nada pode separar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Aquela que você não via a tanto tempo, mas quando revê é como se nem tivessem distantes; aquela que você conheceu em um dia e nesse mesmo dia se tornaram praticamente amigas de infância; aquelas que tiveram que mudar para longe mas mesmo assim não se esquecem de você e continuam amigas mesmo que virtuais; aquelas colegas inseparáveis que me trazem alegria nas aulas﻿; aquelas pessoas da minha familia que estão sempre ao meu lado....Enfim. Todas elas são as minhas melhores amigas e espero que sejam para sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Que a nossa amizade não seja como a lua que apesar de linda às vezes muda de fase, mas que seja como o céu que apesar de lindo e infinito…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8006594542347543919?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8006594542347543919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8006594542347543919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8006594542347543919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8006594542347543919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/11/melhores-amigas-pra-mim-sao-aquelas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMPkgBIk8W0/TrCNHxt064I/AAAAAAAAF-o/RvPE9hA7Jgs/s72-c/amizade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8394211469979930722</id><published>2011-10-30T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:40:52.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você tem um amigo de verdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLf2ElL9CEI/TrCRUVfbGNI/AAAAAAAAF_A/QyAMGSay1JY/s1600/OgAAAARnHKEm-EvrmdiJesiFqSQkSeXqRC9z16Bp2WBcJD8uFw3vrOIgDjv7gHG9tXb5Ow92FyNEgJ-Y0jpcdCtjof4Am1T1UAr6RV6AUFBJCiK0p4clkWNlVlC9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLf2ElL9CEI/TrCRUVfbGNI/AAAAAAAAF_A/QyAMGSay1JY/s320/OgAAAARnHKEm-EvrmdiJesiFqSQkSeXqRC9z16Bp2WBcJD8uFw3vrOIgDjv7gHG9tXb5Ow92FyNEgJ-Y0jpcdCtjof4Am1T1UAr6RV6AUFBJCiK0p4clkWNlVlC9.jpg" width="320" /&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 style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Existem muitos amigos por aí, mas os amigos verdadeiros ainda são uma raridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um dia desses, enquanto alguns amigos conversavam de forma descontraída, podia-se observar que um deles, em especial, trazia no rosto um semblante calmo, e sua serenidade espalhava um hálito de paz no ambiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Logo mais, aquele jovem senhor deixava o recinto para atender alguns compromissos e, com a alma dorida, falava-nos de algumas dificuldades que estava enfrentando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Qual espinho cravado no peito, a calúnia feita por um falso amigo, lhe fustigava a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E apesar de ter o coração dilacerado, ele conseguia exalar perfume ao seu redor, poupando os demais companheiros do seu infortúnio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Falava-nos, com certa tristeza, mas sem rancor, que um amigo maledicente havia espalhado inverdades a seu respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“Logo mais estarei com ele e sei que irá me abraçar. E mesmo sabendo o que ele diz de mim pelas costas, retribuirei o abraço sem nada dizer.”&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Dizia-nos aquele homem nobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Não negava que a atitude do amigo o incomodava, mas, em momento algum se deixou levar pelo ódio, pela mágoa ou pelo desejo de vingança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Quem não gostaria de ter um amigo assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sem dúvida, ter amigos de verdade é o que todos desejamos, mas nem sempre nos propomos a ser amigos verdadeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Perdoar um amigo significa dar-lhe uma prova de amizade, pois quando cometemos algum deslize desejamos que, pelo menos os amigos, nos entendam e nos estendam a mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mas, infelizmente, nem sempre agimos com os amigos da maneira que gostaríamos que eles agissem conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E, no momento que ouvíamos aquele amigo de verdade mostrar tamanha compreensão para com o seu caluniador, lembramo-nos de Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Quando Judas chegou, trazendo os guardas romanos para prendê-lo, Jesus dirigiu seu olhar compassivo ao traidor e lhe perguntou:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“a que vieste amigo&lt;/i&gt;?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jesus não só perdoou o amigo infeliz, como também compreendeu a sua miséria moral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Em outro momento, quando Pedro negou que o conhecia, pela terceira vez, e se desesperou ao perceber que Jesus o observava sereno, por entre as grades da prisão, o mestre o consola:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Pedro, os homens são mais frágeis que verdadeiramente maus.”.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Certamente um afago que Pedro jamais esqueceria…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um amigo de verdade, diante dos maus passos dos amigos, age com compaixão, com piedade, com tolerância, com benevolência…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;São amigos assim que fazem falta no mundo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um amigo que olhe nos olhos, sem nada pra esconder…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um amigo que defenda o seu amigo ausente diante de comentários maldosos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um amigo que não tenha medo de dizer que é amigo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Que não sinta vergonha de admitir que está com saudades…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Que ligue tarde da noite só pra saber se o amigo está bem, porque teve um sonho ruim com ele e quer se certificar de que foi apenas um sonho…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Por tudo isso, vale a pena pensar um pouco sobre esse tesouro que se chama amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E é sempre bom lembrar que não se consegue construir amizades sólidas em bases falsas e mentirosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Se você acha bom ter um amigo de verdade, lembre-se de que não se pode só desejar amigos assim, é preciso ser um amigo verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Amigos são como flores nobres semeadas ao longo do nosso caminho, para que possamos aspirar perfume em todas as estações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/8922234338841143757-8394211469979930722?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8394211469979930722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8394211469979930722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8394211469979930722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8394211469979930722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-tem-um-amigo-de-verdade.html' title='Você tem um amigo de verdade?'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLf2ElL9CEI/TrCRUVfbGNI/AAAAAAAAF_A/QyAMGSay1JY/s72-c/OgAAAARnHKEm-EvrmdiJesiFqSQkSeXqRC9z16Bp2WBcJD8uFw3vrOIgDjv7gHG9tXb5Ow92FyNEgJ-Y0jpcdCtjof4Am1T1UAr6RV6AUFBJCiK0p4clkWNlVlC9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6353028021307421599</id><published>2011-10-29T17:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:04:19.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>indecisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff1e4; color: #323232; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Hoje tá doendo de mais, está indecisão está me matando por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Já não dá pra esperar o tempo passar, está doendo.&lt;br /&gt;É muito difícil, está escolha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder esperar e ver no que vai dar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas está dor, de ver o tempo passar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, não é mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;É a minha vida que está em jogo.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu esteja fazendo drama.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tão difícil.....&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está partido.&lt;br /&gt;Está em pedaços...&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento, Amor, por é tão difícil?&lt;br /&gt;Eu me acho tão boba...&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembro que deve ter mais alguém no mundo, com essa dor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6353028021307421599?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6353028021307421599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6353028021307421599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6353028021307421599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6353028021307421599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/indecisao.html' title='indecisão'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7500556722609340357</id><published>2011-10-09T20:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:54:10.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu penso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Adoro essa citacao de Bob Marley e penso exatamente assim '' Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso, nem sempre coloco em pratica aquilo que julgo certo. Sao poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico, meus amigos nao precisam e meus inimigos nao entenderiam...''&lt;br /&gt;(e aqui me refiro ao verbo amar e com todo o seu significado verdadeiro, nada de adorar ou gostar. Quando se fala de amor, o tal&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;''amo voce'' que ultimamente tem sido mal gastado, pra mim, ele ainda é real. E apelidos bobos, designados a qualquer um, nao substituem o ''eu amo voce''.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nas pessoas que amo, mae, pai, irmaos, amigos, amigas, que me fazem feliz, e é so naqueles pra quem digo que amo.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito de verdade que a amizade verdadeira nao precisa de explicacao basta olhar nos olhos e falar, as vezes so o olhar diz tudo, e um abraco, um beijo falam mais que mil palavras... E que quem briga (nao de violencia nem ofensas) é porque ama e quer o seu bem... ''Inimigo'' nao te fala na boa, ele quer distorcer mais os fatos e aumentar os boatos.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a distancia, a falta de tempo ou ate mesmo o passar dele, nao apagam as verdadeiras amizade do nosso coracao; sentimentos puros, sentimentos bons, nao acabam. Quando se deseja o bem de alguem, quando se torce por alguem, mesmo longe, mesmo nao falando isso toda hora, o sentimento ainda existe ali ou aqui... E isso a gente leva junto, em pensamento, na memoria, na alma, no coracao da gente; nao é coisa que se guarda pra usar quando quer. Pode passar mil anos, pode passar mil pessoas por nossas vidas, mas aqueles que realmente amamos nunca sao esquecidos, eles nao passam, eles ficam. Talvez em algum momento, por destino ou por ser necessario, se afastam; mas motivo algum apaga o carinho de uma amizade, tanto é assim, que ainda depois de dias, semanas, meses, com poucas noticias, quando se reencontra esse amigo nem parece que se esteve afastado, de tao proximos que uma amizade e um sentimento verdadeiro deixa um amigo do outro, e nao existe distincao nem exclusao, apenas a alegria de saber que aquele é um amigo de verdade, que nao passou, pois foi e voltou, e esta aqui, ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Amizade de verdade é isso, é estar perto, mesmo estando longe, assim de coracao e desejando sempre o bem; ela nao passa, fica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7500556722609340357?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7500556722609340357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7500556722609340357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7500556722609340357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7500556722609340357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-eu-penso.html' title='O que eu penso...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8238031966116550451</id><published>2011-10-06T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:01:57.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quer ser meu amigo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3K0tdYbQb8/TraFGwHZG9I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/G1PyrcCqQMw/s1600/amigos+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3K0tdYbQb8/TraFGwHZG9I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/G1PyrcCqQMw/s320/amigos+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Em tempos passados fazíamos amigos olhando nos olhos, abraçando, trocando confidências e guardando segredos. E só considerávamos amigos mesmo aqueles que, depois de anos de histórias, aventuras, choros e gargalhadas, continuavam sabendo dos nossos segredos e aceitando nossos defeitos. E por duas vezes, alguém que nunca vi, que nunca abracei, nunca olhei nos olhos, me diz: posso ser seu amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ah, maldita tecnologia! Claro que eu queria ter realmente mais de mil amigos como consta, mas a verdade é que tenho uns dois ou três. E eles sabem o que fiz aos 15 anos, aos 20. E sabem o que faço agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Então, me perdoa se vou magoá-lo, mas digo não! Não quero ser sua amiga. Posso querer depois que nos encontrarmos e conversarmos um dia inteiro até o sol se pôr e a lua se encher da gente. Posso querer depois que descobrir que gostamos das mesmas cores e não acertamos nas escolhas dos filmes. Posso querer sim, ser sua amiga, depois que chorar uma tarde inteira contando as dores que andam me atormentando. E vou querer, certamente, quando sentir que “nossos santos bateram” e que parece que nos conhecemos há muito tempo. E quando nossos olhares se entenderem e não precisar mais de palavras para saber o que queremos dizer um ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mas por enquanto, assim, você daí e eu de cá, sem nem bem saber a cor dos seus olhos... esqueça! Amizade é mais que isso. Não dá pra ser diferente. Paciência. Experimenta sair do PC e dar uma voltinha na praça...&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/8922234338841143757-8238031966116550451?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8238031966116550451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8238031966116550451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8238031966116550451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8238031966116550451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/10/quer-ser-meu-amigo.html' title='Quer ser meu amigo???'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3K0tdYbQb8/TraFGwHZG9I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/G1PyrcCqQMw/s72-c/amigos+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2884929127679659159</id><published>2011-09-06T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:07:22.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'>para meus melhores amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXexuFRji2Q/TraGWNq-ZJI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/tsHKebv7JbU/s1600/ser-amigo-e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXexuFRji2Q/TraGWNq-ZJI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/tsHKebv7JbU/s320/ser-amigo-e.jpg" width="320" /&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 align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando tudo parece não ter mais sentido,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eis que Deus nos manda um anjo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pra ficar no nosso "pé"!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra nos dar um colo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando uma nuvenzinha escura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quer ameaçar chover dentro de nós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra "puxar nossas orelhas",&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando caminhamos em caminhos "tortos",&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E com carinho nos levam na direção certa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra sorrir conosco,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E comemorar nossas conquistas e nos motivar a continuar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;caminhando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ainda têm a missão de abrir nossos olhos e nossos ouvidos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para vermos e ouvirmos, as obras e as palavras do Pai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A esses anjos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus chamou de amigos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E nos fez sermos um só,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'Abadi MT Condensed Light';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No amor Jesus!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2884929127679659159?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2884929127679659159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2884929127679659159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2884929127679659159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2884929127679659159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-meus-melhores-amigos.html' title='para meus melhores amigos'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXexuFRji2Q/TraGWNq-ZJI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/tsHKebv7JbU/s72-c/ser-amigo-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7254492745913762318</id><published>2011-09-06T00:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:28:58.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>voce me ensinou amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4HQWJPPRMw/TmWg275RvXI/AAAAAAAAF-U/P9xX9xnvN4Q/s1600/DSC002001-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4HQWJPPRMw/TmWg275RvXI/AAAAAAAAF-U/P9xX9xnvN4Q/s320/DSC002001-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Era tão perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Era como um sonho bom&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que um dia eu desejei&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor era tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Poesia em uma canção&lt;br /&gt;O mundo era só eu e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra continuar a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Você me ensinou amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Você me ensinou paixão&lt;br /&gt;Tocou tão fundo minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Mas machucou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se um dia vou amar alguém&lt;br /&gt;Como amei você&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom que eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia outro amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Outra chance pra curar a dor&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe aprendo a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quantas lágrimas que eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;E as noites que eu nem dormi&lt;br /&gt;Esperando só você voltar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;A dor é uma lição&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca quis aprender&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Ainda preciso de você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #001317;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7254492745913762318?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7254492745913762318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7254492745913762318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7254492745913762318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7254492745913762318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/09/era-tao-perfeito-era-como-um-sonho-bom.html' title='voce me ensinou amor'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4HQWJPPRMw/TmWg275RvXI/AAAAAAAAF-U/P9xX9xnvN4Q/s72-c/DSC002001-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4445220275242595879</id><published>2011-08-03T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:05:59.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucos e Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ycV2BT1yc/TjljAlGfjJI/AAAAAAAAF5E/LlHuS7mwGAI/s1600/270338_2113958242541_1053216645_2400784_6810103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ycV2BT1yc/TjljAlGfjJI/AAAAAAAAF5E/LlHuS7mwGAI/s320/270338_2113958242541_1053216645_2400784_6810103_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo qualquer, mas pela pupila.&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;A mim não interessam os bons de espírito nem os maus de hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo.&lt;br /&gt;Deles não quero resposta, quero meu avesso.&lt;br /&gt;Que me tragam dúvidas e angústias e agüentem o que há de pior em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso, só sendo louco.&lt;br /&gt;Quero os santos, para que não duvidem das diferenças e peçam perdão pelas injustiças.&lt;br /&gt;Escolho meus amigos pela alma lavada e pela cara exposta.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero só o ombro e o colo, quero também sua maior alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo que não ri junto, não sabe sofrer junto.&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos são todos assim: metade bobeira, metade seriedade.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero risos previsíveis, nem choros piedosos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem, mas lutam para que a fantasia não desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-os metade infância e outra metade velhice!&lt;br /&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto; e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois os vendo loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos, nunca me esquecerei de que "normalidade" é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4445220275242595879?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4445220275242595879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4445220275242595879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4445220275242595879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4445220275242595879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/08/loucos-e-santos.html' title='Loucos e Santos'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8ycV2BT1yc/TjljAlGfjJI/AAAAAAAAF5E/LlHuS7mwGAI/s72-c/270338_2113958242541_1053216645_2400784_6810103_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4818401459863566218</id><published>2011-06-25T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T12:27:33.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LembrançaS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxhrMyNtoPU/TgYMF-8oKGI/AAAAAAAAFlI/d5ZQzi8CioQ/s1600/Sim+eu+sei+que+tudo+s%25C3%25A3o+recorda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxhrMyNtoPU/TgYMF-8oKGI/AAAAAAAAFlI/d5ZQzi8CioQ/s320/Sim+eu+sei+que+tudo+s%25C3%25A3o+recorda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por mais que algumas pessoas não façam mais parte da minha vida, guardo muitas lembranças delas. O importante foi o que representaram...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma qualidade, que as vezes considero como um defeiito, não consigo ter raiva ou mesmo guardar rancor. E isso me proporciona alguns momentos até divertidos..&lt;br /&gt;Fico lembrando dos momentos que tanto me divertiram, ou momentos que de uma forma boa ou ruim. Sempre gostei da expressão: "Depois que passa a gente rii!", as vezes me pego gargalhando por lembrar de um momento totalmentee ruim, mas que hoje percebo como foi pelo menos divertido! Os micos e as vergonhas passadas servem para me divertir num dia de nostalgia completa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Do mesmo jeito que me fazem rir, fazem algumas lágrimas rolarem pelo meu rosto; lágrimas de saudades, e até mesmo de felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais retrata as lembranças, do que as fotos; aquelas imagens nos levam exatamente para aquele momento e nos retomam sentimentos indefiníveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas as lembranças também podem servir como um veneno, aquele que vai matando aos poucos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Num momento de fraqueza nos lembram o que não se deve lembrar e pode nos levar a cometer erros... mas quem liga?!&lt;br /&gt;Só tem uma vida boa, e vida boa pra mim é vida divertida, quem tem historia pra contar, momentos pra lembrar... Se eu errei, pelo menos fiz o que tava com vontade; o pior seria passar o resto da vida tentando saber como seria se eu tivesse feito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Também não peço para que nada volte, se está no passado é la que deve permanecer...&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço por ter pessoas que erram comigo , riem, compartilham segredos, guardam os meus segredos, que me deixar fazer parte de suas vidas e os tenho em minha vida! São essas pessoas que estão e estarão a todo momento em minhas lembranças...&lt;/i&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/8922234338841143757-4818401459863566218?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://expectativasdesleaiis.blogspot.com/2010/06/lembrancas.html' title='LembrançaS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4818401459863566218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4818401459863566218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4818401459863566218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4818401459863566218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/lembrancas.html' title='LembrançaS'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxhrMyNtoPU/TgYMF-8oKGI/AAAAAAAAFlI/d5ZQzi8CioQ/s72-c/Sim+eu+sei+que+tudo+s%25C3%25A3o+recorda%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4457328201759271374</id><published>2011-06-21T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:07:43.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RggJ_FSNuU/TgFOI5hlH8I/AAAAAAAAFk8/VGj7BpOUy8I/s1600/sabedoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RggJ_FSNuU/TgFOI5hlH8I/AAAAAAAAFk8/VGj7BpOUy8I/s320/sabedoria.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tenho a péssima mania de sempre querer uma explicação, de achar que sempre existe um porquê. Deve ser porque sempre procuro uma para minhas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não consegui compreender se devo ou não insistir nisso...&lt;br /&gt;A ausência de saber qual foi o motivo me afligi, vivo numa busca incessante...&lt;br /&gt;Compreendo nesse&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exato&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;momento que devo desistir... Isso só me maltrata, faz com que as minhas feridas não se cicatrizem...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero continuar assim sempre, quero poder conviver sem essas explicações...&lt;br /&gt;Quero me desprender do passado facilmente, e me importar somente com o presente!&lt;br /&gt;A minha insistência em buscar uma explicação, não me fará tê-la...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero precisar de motivos para esquecer, quero apenas esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Não precisar de razões para que o que está no passado, lá permaneça!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal sou eu quem gosto de viver na dúvida, no mistério....&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é uma questão de aprendizado, de aprender a conviver com isso!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho essa capacidade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;basta exercita-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4457328201759271374?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://expectativasdesleaiis.blogspot.com/2010/07/explicacoes.html' title='Explicações...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4457328201759271374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4457328201759271374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4457328201759271374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4457328201759271374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/explicacoes.html' title='Explicações...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RggJ_FSNuU/TgFOI5hlH8I/AAAAAAAAFk8/VGj7BpOUy8I/s72-c/sabedoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7509404349484932378</id><published>2011-06-20T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:58:58.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Três meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2H2Gmc-_Mg/TgAI2ZWk2qI/AAAAAAAAFk4/8mFNspKvkd4/s1600/corra-tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2H2Gmc-_Mg/TgAI2ZWk2qI/AAAAAAAAFk4/8mFNspKvkd4/s320/corra-tempo.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Será que o fato disso ter acontecido, obrigatoriamente implica que tudo que foi dito e vivenciado era mentira?! Não quero e nem posso acreditar nisso! Não sei em quais ou por quais circunstâncias isso aconteceu! Será mesmo real ou daqui a pouco vou acordar e ver que não se passaram quatro meses...&lt;br /&gt;Três meses de buscas incessantes, de pensamentos obscuros e inúmeras vontades repreendidas!&lt;br /&gt;Três meses de lágrimas abafadas pela imensa raiva de não querer sentir aquilo...&lt;br /&gt;Dois meses lentos e angustiantes, que me mostraram que sou muito mais forte e ao mesmo tempo muito mais fraca do que pensava ser..&lt;br /&gt;Três meses que me mostraram o quanto enganada estava, que o me envolvimento era muito mais profundo do que eu julgava ser ; que nunca se conhece uma pessoa o bastante; que um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;dói muito mais que um&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;não;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;e que muitas palavras eram mentiras...&lt;br /&gt;As palavras sim&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;podem&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;ter sido mentira, mas acredito fielmente que tudo que aconteceu foi o mais real e verdadeiro possível! Algumas coisas não podem ser fingidas ou planejadas...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente acontecem...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje, não posso afirmar se as palavras eram mentiras. Talvez viva com essa dúvida para sempre! Mas estou tentando parar de querer essa explicação; o tempo vai me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Só me resta guardar e conviver com as lembranças daqueles momentos, que posso afirmar com toda minha certeza que foram verdadeiros, e foram&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;meus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7509404349484932378?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://expectativasdesleaiis.blogspot.com/2010/07/dois-meses.html' title='Três meses...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7509404349484932378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7509404349484932378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7509404349484932378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7509404349484932378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/tres-meses.html' title='Três meses...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2H2Gmc-_Mg/TgAI2ZWk2qI/AAAAAAAAFk4/8mFNspKvkd4/s72-c/corra-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1156800290568531854</id><published>2011-06-17T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:50:26.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu corro para o mar pra não lembrar você. E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k-xkUKfv-A/TfwDf45PmyI/AAAAAAAAFk0/hthRSXQGQm4/s1600/incerteza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k-xkUKfv-A/TfwDf45PmyI/AAAAAAAAFk0/hthRSXQGQm4/s1600/incerteza.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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meus pés não tocam mais o chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus olhos não veêm minha direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Da minha boca saem coisas sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você era meu farol e hoje estou perdido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O sofrimento vem à noite sem pudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somente o sono ameniza minha dor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas e depois? E quando o dia clarear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero viver do teu sorriso teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu corro para o mar pra não lembrar você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Contemplando as estrelas, minha solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Aperta forte o peito é mais que uma emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Perdi o jogo,&lt;b&gt; tive que te ver partir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E minha alma sem motivo para existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Já não suporto esse vazio quero me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Ter você &lt;b&gt;pra nunca mais nos separar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Você é o encaixe perfeito do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O seu sorriso é a chama da minha paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas é fria a madrugada sem você aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só com você no pensamento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu corro para o mar pra não lembrar você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contemplando as estrelas minha solidão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Aperta forte o peito é mais que uma emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu ar, meu chão é você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo quando fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Posso te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1156800290568531854?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1156800290568531854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1156800290568531854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1156800290568531854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1156800290568531854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-corro-para-o-mar-pra-nao-lembrar.html' title='Eu corro para o mar pra não lembrar você. E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer.'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k-xkUKfv-A/TfwDf45PmyI/AAAAAAAAFk0/hthRSXQGQm4/s72-c/incerteza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8981559574449460749</id><published>2011-06-16T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:59:01.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>está tudo errado :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMewVsHCsCk/TfoMBGD6jTI/AAAAAAAAFkw/sJkn7cgxT5Y/s1600/OgAAAFjQoLh2KmCGBWSMQmiLU5V6XeQT88HKJyQ873FsFBifKJWen9QkzQQw0_7MV6UPHcfpAVSR96ZG2Swei4nQcIsAm1T1UM6EKIYfxK-jjS_kAS8b7RsuzU42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMewVsHCsCk/TfoMBGD6jTI/AAAAAAAAFkw/sJkn7cgxT5Y/s320/OgAAAFjQoLh2KmCGBWSMQmiLU5V6XeQT88HKJyQ873FsFBifKJWen9QkzQQw0_7MV6UPHcfpAVSR96ZG2Swei4nQcIsAm1T1UM6EKIYfxK-jjS_kAS8b7RsuzU42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mais um coração partido.. Mais um choro sem sentido ♪ Eu não consigo imaginar, como eu pude deixar escapar a minha felicidade. Hoje eu me arrependo, por não ter dito nada do que eu sentia antes, eu tentei demonstrar, mas não foi o bastante pra você, você pensou que tudo não passava de brincadeira, mas a pior coisa que existe, é brincar com o sentimento dos outros, eu não seria capaz de fazer isso, ainda mais com você. E agora o que eu vou fazer? Como vou viver assim? Não consigo imaginar quem pode estar no meu lugar, eu sei que sem você vai ser assim até o fim. Eu não vou me acostumar a te olhar como um amigo que eu não posso beijar, e te olhar com outros olhos eu não aguento, falta coragem pra colocar no pensamento que você não quer mais.. Eu queria que você tivesse cuidado do meu sentimento, eu tive medo de me apaixonar, mas de repente aconteceu, eu não pude evitar. É você que eu sempre sonhei, foi você que eu sempre esperei, sem você eu não sei se eu vou suportar tanta dor.. Te amar é tão complicado, mas me faz viver, mas na verdade esta tudo errado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8981559574449460749?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8981559574449460749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8981559574449460749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8981559574449460749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8981559574449460749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-tudo-errado-s.html' title='está tudo errado :S'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMewVsHCsCk/TfoMBGD6jTI/AAAAAAAAFkw/sJkn7cgxT5Y/s72-c/OgAAAFjQoLh2KmCGBWSMQmiLU5V6XeQT88HKJyQ873FsFBifKJWen9QkzQQw0_7MV6UPHcfpAVSR96ZG2Swei4nQcIsAm1T1UM6EKIYfxK-jjS_kAS8b7RsuzU42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5855559325147683728</id><published>2011-06-11T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:29:34.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes mais vale desistir do que insistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Às vezes é preciso aprender a perder, a ouvir e não responder, a falar sem nada dizer, a esconder o que mais queremos mostrar, a dar sem receber, sem cobrar, sem reclamar. Às vezes é preciso respirar fundo e esperar que o tempo nos indique o momento certo para falar e então alinhar as ideias, usar a cabeça e esquecer o coração, dizer tudo o que se tem para dizer, não ter medo de dizer não, não esquecer nenhuma ideia, nenhum pormenor, deixar tudo bem claro em cima da mesa para que não restem dúvidas e não duvidar nunca daquilo que estamos fazendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;E mesmo que a voz trema por dentro, há que fazê-la sair firme e serena, e mesmo que se ouça o coração bater desordeiramente fora do peito é preciso domá-lo, acalmá-lo, ordenar-lhe que bata mais devagar e faça menos alarido, e esperar, esperar que ele obedeça, que se esqueça, apagar-lhe a memória, o desejo, a saudade, a vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Às vezes, é preciso partir antes do tempo, dizer: aquilo que mais se teme dizer, arrumar a casa e a cabeça, limpar a alma e prepará-la para um futuro incerto, acreditar que esse futuro é bom e afinal já está perto, apertar as mãos uma contra a outra e rezar a um Deus qualquer que nos dê força e serenidade. Pensar que o tempo está a nosso favor, que a vontade de mudar é sempre mais forte, que o destino e as circunstâncias se encarregarão de atenuar a nossa dor e de a transformar numa recordação ténue e fechada num passado sem retorno que teve o seu tempo e a sua época e que um dia também teve o seu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Às vezes mais vale desistir do que insistir, esquecer do que querer, arrumar do que cultivar, anular do que desejar. No ar ficará para sempre a dúvida se fizémos bem, mas pelo menos temos a paz de ter feito aquilo que devia ser feito. Somos outra vez donos da nossa vida e tudo é outra vez mais fácil, mais simples, mais leve, melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Às vezes é preciso mudar o que parece não ter solução, deitar tudo a baixo para voltar a construir do zero, bater com a porta e apanhar o último comboio no derradeiro momento e sem olhar para trás, abrir a janela e jogar tudo borda-fora, queimar cartas e fotografias, esquecer a voz e o cheiro, as mãos e a cor da pele, apagar a memória sem medo de a perder para sempre, esquecer tudo, cada momento, cada minuto, cada passo e cada palavra, cada promessa e cada desilusão, atirar com tudo para dentro de uma gaveta e deitar a chave fora, ou então pedir a alguém que guarde tudo num cofre e que a seguir esqueça o segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Às vezes é preciso saber renunciar, não aceitar, não cooperar, não ouvir nem contemporizar, não pedir nem dar, não aceitar sem participar, sair pela porta da frente sem a fechar, pedir silêncio, paz e sossego, sem dor, sem tristeza e sem medo de partir. E partir para outro mundo, para outro lugar, mesmo quando o que mais queremos é ficar, permanecer, construir, investir, amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Porque quem parte é quem sabe para onde vai, quem escolhe o seu caminho e mesmo que não haja caminho porque o caminho se faz a andar, o sol, o vento, o céu e o cheiro do mar são os nossos guias, a única companhia, a certeza que fizemos bem e que não podia ser de outra maneira. Quem fica, fica a ver, a pensar, a meditar, a lembrar. Até se conformar e um dia então esquecer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5855559325147683728?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5855559325147683728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5855559325147683728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5855559325147683728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5855559325147683728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-vezes-mais-vale-desistir-do-que.html' title='Às vezes mais vale desistir do que insistir'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1660609358146745071</id><published>2011-05-20T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:17:38.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Tive um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;sonhei como era feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Contigo tudo tinha magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;e reinava a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Comecei por te admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;depois passei a conhecer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;entretanto, já gostava de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;por fim, amava-te tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Um olhar teu em minha direcção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;faz disparar o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Sentir a tua mão a tocar na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;faz-me voar de emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;sinto-me no céu com a tua companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E, aquele beijo que me deste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dei por mim a vibrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;crescendo um enorme desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;de te beijar de novo sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;De repente, acordei e o meu sonho acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;naquela parte em que eu já te amava loucamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;afinal tudo não passou de apenas um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;um sonho, pelo qual desesperadamente espero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1660609358146745071?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1660609358146745071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1660609358146745071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1660609358146745071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1660609358146745071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-sonho.html' title='Um Sonho'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8088628662254508865</id><published>2011-04-30T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:36:08.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confissões de uma menina MÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;A pior coisa do mundo é vc ser julagada por pessoas q nem te conhecem e simplesmente pelo fato de vc não falar com elas passam a te chamar de metida e te encher de defeitos q vc nem ao menos sabia q os tinha. E qualquer coisa q aconteça a culpa foi sua, pq vc é a metida, vc é a fútil, vc é a arrogante. E o q fazer nessa situação? Bom, eu pelo menos chegei a conclusão de q as pessoas q pensam isso ao meu respeito não tem amor próprio, e o pior, morrem de inveja de mim. E eu garanto q se elas pelo menos me conhececem iriam descobrir q eu não sou nada disso. SOU MUITO PIOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8088628662254508865?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8088628662254508865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8088628662254508865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8088628662254508865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8088628662254508865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/confissoes-de-uma-menina-ma.html' title='Confissões de uma menina MÁ'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1045092187045845971</id><published>2011-04-30T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:25:07.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plantei o perdão. Colhi a paz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Quando semeamos uma boa semente ela certamente dará boa árvore e bons frutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Sentimentos e pensamentos bons são como essa semente que geram alegria em nós e naqueles que estão conosco. Vivemos mais e melhor e as pessoas sentem prazer na nossa companhia. Amargura, mágoa e rancor afastam as pessoas de nós, além de fazer com que a nossa saúde fique mais frágil e sensível ao ambiente de hostilidade que vivemos. Criamos doenças que a medicina não consegue explicar, as chamadas "psicossomáticas". Acordamos e vamos dormir com nosso "inimigo", planejando a melhor maneira de dar o troco. É preciso perdoar pra gente entender o que é ser livre de verdade, sem a lembrança e o desejo de vingança nos atormentando 24 hs por dia. Não somos perfeitos e nenhum de nós é o "senhor da razão" ! As pessoas erram, sim...e muito! mas cabe somente a nós permitir que isso nos destrua. Temos a opção. O perdão quebra nossos grilhões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Só ele é capaz. NÃO é fácil ! Requer de nós coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Mas vale a pena tentar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1045092187045845971?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1045092187045845971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1045092187045845971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1045092187045845971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1045092187045845971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/plantei-o-perdao-colhi-paz.html' title='Plantei o perdão. Colhi a paz!'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4825555942772156902</id><published>2011-04-13T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:09:56.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor próprio em primeiro lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Muitas vezes quando nos apaixonamos parece que nada mais tem importância à não ser pensar naquele alguém, esquecemos de nós mesmos para viver a vida do outro e quando nos damos conta, perdemos muito tempo sem se olhar bem fundo no espelho e gostar de si mesmos e principalmente nos respeitar. Por que se não gostarmos de nós, como será possível alguém gostar e respeitar os nossos sentimentos? Sem saber que devemos nos amar e nos permitir a felicidade, sim porque ela está em nós, apenas em nós e assim podemos compartilhá-la com o outro. Em certos momentos parece que o amor anda fugindo da gente, mas nunca deixe escapar um amor muito especial: o amor próprio!" (Aldenir Queiroz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4825555942772156902?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4825555942772156902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4825555942772156902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4825555942772156902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4825555942772156902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-proprio-em-primeiro-lugar.html' title='Amor próprio em primeiro lugar'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7058152581225709212</id><published>2011-04-12T05:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:09:59.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu acordei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;sem nada no estômago, sem nada no coração, sem ter para onde correr, sem colo, sem peito, sem ter onde encostar, sem ter quem culpar. Hoje eu acordei sem ter quem amar, mas aí eu olhei no espelho e vi, pela primeira vez na vida, a única pessoa que pode realmente me fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7058152581225709212?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7058152581225709212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7058152581225709212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7058152581225709212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7058152581225709212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-eu-acordei.html' title='Hoje eu acordei'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7599415926202850555</id><published>2011-04-11T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:08:54.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desta Vida Nada Se Leva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Desta vida nada se leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;O que adianta nós, seres humanos, juntarmos só coisas materiais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;O que adianta nos tornarmos pessoas fúteis e vazias que só se satisfazem com o que têm e recebem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;A vida é tão linda que o mais importante não é o que temos e sim o q SOMOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não custa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Sorrirmos para alguém que não conhecemos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Elogiar as pessoas, colocar elas para cima;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Ajudar alguém dando apenas carinho, amor e atenção;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Pensar na outra pessoa, se sua atitude não irá deixar o próximo triste;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Sorrir para um mendigo, alguém que tem muiiiiiito menos que vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Aceitar as pessoas como elas são, sem julgar, falar mal, fofocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Doe seu amor, seu carinho, seu abraço, sua atenção....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não vai custar, bem pelo contrário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Que faz o bem colhe SEMPRE O BEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não se preocupe em APENAS TER, mas Seja. Seja humilde, honesto, verdadeiro e transparente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Desta vida nada se leva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7599415926202850555?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7599415926202850555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7599415926202850555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7599415926202850555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7599415926202850555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/desta-vida-nada-se-leva.html' title='Desta Vida Nada Se Leva...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4397355210701730609</id><published>2011-04-10T19:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:08:27.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor e seu tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk5tWW1GKbM/TaOl-2E3hGI/AAAAAAAAFjY/0fZHUFRpmqY/s1600/O+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk5tWW1GKbM/TaOl-2E3hGI/AAAAAAAAFjY/0fZHUFRpmqY/s320/O+amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esoterikha.com/dia-dos-namorados/mensagens-de-amor-de-carlos-drummond-de-andrade-o-amor-e-seu-tempo.php#" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-size: 10pt; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Amor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;é privilégio de maduros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;estendidos na mais estreita cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;que se torna a mais larga e mais relvosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;roçando, em cada poro, o céu do corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;É isto, amor: o ganho não previsto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;o prêmio subterrâneo e coruscante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;leitura de relâmpago cifrado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;que, decifrado, nada mais existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;valendo a pena e o preço do terrestre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;salvo o minuto de ouro no relógio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;minúsculo, vibrando no crepúsculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Amor é o que se aprende no limite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;depois de se arquivar toda a ciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;herdada, ouvida. Amor começa tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13pt; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&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/8922234338841143757-4397355210701730609?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4397355210701730609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4397355210701730609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4397355210701730609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4397355210701730609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-amor-e-seu-tempo.html' title='O Amor e seu tempo'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk5tWW1GKbM/TaOl-2E3hGI/AAAAAAAAFjY/0fZHUFRpmqY/s72-c/O+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8286700425876111969</id><published>2011-04-09T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:46:13.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mineirinho - Só Pra Contrariar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu não tenho culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De comer quietinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No meu cantinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boto pra quebrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levo a minha vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem do meu jeitinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou de fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sou de falar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quer saber o que tenho pra lhe dar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vai fazer você delirar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem sabor de queijo com docinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu benzinho, você vai gostar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tão maneiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uai, é bom demais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tem como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duvidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu tempero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uai, mineiro, faz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem provar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se amarrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uai, uai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tem como&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duvidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz, faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem provar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se amarrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8286700425876111969?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8286700425876111969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8286700425876111969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8286700425876111969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8286700425876111969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/mineirinho-so-pra-contrariar.html' title='Mineirinho - Só Pra Contrariar'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7403526734675658327</id><published>2011-04-04T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:16:14.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O jeito é ir vivendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Ninguém nunca me disse que eu sorriria sempre, e que se eu chorasse, seria apenas de felicidade. Quando eu nasci, ninguém me prometeu que daria tudo certo. Ninguém me garantiu que meus amores seriam correspondidos, ou que o sucesso andaria sempre junto comigo. Ninguém me assegurou de que os meus amigos seriam realmente amigos, e que eu sempre teria dias sensacionais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Ninguém me convenceu de que eu teria sempre tudo o que quisesse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Então, eu não posso reclamar de nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;A vida não é contrato, a vida é fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não me façam ser quem não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque, sinceramente, eu sou diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Não sei e nunca soube amar pela metade. Não sei viver de mentiras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;não sei voar com os pés no chão. Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para SEMPRE. Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes. Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #FFFFCC; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer: - E daí? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;Eu adoro voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&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/8922234338841143757-7403526734675658327?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7403526734675658327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7403526734675658327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7403526734675658327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7403526734675658327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-jeito-e-ir-vivendo.html' title='O jeito é ir vivendo'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7325519753834224592</id><published>2011-03-27T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:04:59.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Fernandes - Pássaro de Fogo. Com letra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CB5v9IsGWoM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7325519753834224592?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7325519753834224592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7325519753834224592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7325519753834224592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7325519753834224592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/paula-fernandes-passaro-de-fogo-com.html' title='Paula Fernandes - Pássaro de Fogo. Com letra.'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CB5v9IsGWoM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4802217078937096120</id><published>2011-03-26T12:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:00:07.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei como é tudo isso,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu sei como é se segurar e deixar para chorar só quando ligar o chuveiro, assim ninguém percebe. Eu sei como é refletir sobre a vida antes de dormir e se certificar de que ninguém está ouvindo para começar a soluçar. Eu sei como é sofrer tão dolorosamente que as vezes você precisa fingir que vai ao banheiro, ou beber água, apenas para lavar o rosto e se recompor. Eu sei como é ter os olhos úmidos e aquele medo de que não seja forte o suficiente para segurar as lágrimas quando está em público. Eu sei como é sentir aquele nó enorme na garganta, que te sufoca, até que você cede e chora. Eu sei como é sentar na cama, pegar o travesseiro e chorar tanto, mas tanto, que se surpreende com o rio que terá que esconder da sua família. Acredite, eu sei como é tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&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="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e_ywBEM5GiQ/TY4Af9Tu3sI/AAAAAAAAFi4/0iRKUCpCr-Y/s1600/poesia_a_tua_ausencia_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e_ywBEM5GiQ/TY4Af9Tu3sI/AAAAAAAAFi4/0iRKUCpCr-Y/s320/poesia_a_tua_ausencia_1.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8922234338841143757-4802217078937096120?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4802217078937096120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4802217078937096120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4802217078937096120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4802217078937096120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-sei-como-e-tudo-isso.html' title='Eu sei como é tudo isso,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e_ywBEM5GiQ/TY4Af9Tu3sI/AAAAAAAAFi4/0iRKUCpCr-Y/s72-c/poesia_a_tua_ausencia_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5187691810010346824</id><published>2011-03-26T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:50:13.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ela não vai te chamar no msn,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;e dizer que sentiu a sua falta. Provavelmente, ela vai entrar e sair de 10 em 10 segundos, até você a chamar. Ela também não vai ficar te ligando ou te mandando mensagens, mas, se ela responder às suas, considere-se sortudo. Ela não vai chegar e te abraçar na frente de todos os seus amigos, ela vai esperar que, no meio dessas conversas em grupo, você apenas passe o braço pelo ombro dela. Faça isso, e eu te garanto que ela não irá dormir de noite. Na hora da despedida, dê um beijo na testa dela, ou seja o último a largar o abraço. Enquanto ninguém estiver vendo, sussurre palavras ao ouvido dela, pegue na sua mão. Olhe para bem dentro dos olhos dela, eles estão brilhando, não estão? Não espere que ela diga que o ama. Ela não o fará. Provavelmente, ela vai te xingar e dizer que nunca conheceu alguém tão chato quanto você, e depois disso, ela rirá. Querido, se ela fizer isso, meus parabéns, você acaba de ganhar seu coração. =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5187691810010346824?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5187691810010346824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5187691810010346824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5187691810010346824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5187691810010346824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/ela-nao-vai-te-chamar-no-msn.html' title='ela não vai te chamar no msn,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-3859162424433432783</id><published>2011-03-26T10:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:51:33.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas mudam,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Depois de um tempo você começa a perceber que nada nessa vida é pra sempre e que tudo pode de alguma forma ser mudado, percebe também que as pessoas mudam, que os pensamentos mudam, e que se você não mudar, a vida muda você .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-3859162424433432783?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3859162424433432783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=3859162424433432783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/3859162424433432783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/3859162424433432783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-coisas-mudam.html' title='As coisas mudam,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4288924423048411035</id><published>2011-03-26T10:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:46:53.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não importa o quanto,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;você tentou e deu errado, não importa o quanto você confiou e quebrou a cara, não importa quantas vezes você deu viagem perdida, não importa se você teve que andar na chuva, muito menos as vezes que seu coração foi partido... as coisas simplesmente acontecem! O importante é não se arrepender de nada, viver cada dia, arriscar e ter a certeza que para cada lágrima que você derramar hoje, vão ter duas gargalhadas de perder o ar amanhã, algumas pessoas vão te amar pelo que você é, e outras, vão te odiar pelo mesmo motivo... acostume-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4288924423048411035?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4288924423048411035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4288924423048411035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4288924423048411035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4288924423048411035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-importa-o-quanto.html' title='Não importa o quanto,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6733292907754452506</id><published>2011-03-26T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:46:02.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entenda que,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Se uma pessoa realmente gosta de você, ela corre atrás. Pare de se iludir com uma pessoa que não liga e não se importa com você ou com seus sentimentos. Quem ama, cuida. Quem gosta, protege e se importa. O resto, é resto, e de resto meu bem, ninguém vive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6733292907754452506?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6733292907754452506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6733292907754452506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6733292907754452506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6733292907754452506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/entenda-que.html' title='Entenda que,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-864737104664202712</id><published>2011-03-25T23:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:56:12.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ele: Quem ama perdoa. Ela: Mas quem ama não trai!''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-864737104664202712?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/864737104664202712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=864737104664202712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/864737104664202712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/864737104664202712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-quem-ama-perdoa-ela-mas-quem-ama.html' title='&apos;Ele: Quem ama perdoa. Ela: Mas quem ama não trai!&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4587762071921287597</id><published>2011-03-24T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:49:42.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eu não sinto a sua falta,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;eu sinto falta da pessoa que eu pensei que você fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4587762071921287597?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4587762071921287597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4587762071921287597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4587762071921287597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4587762071921287597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-sinto-sua-falta.html' title='eu não sinto a sua falta,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5112150814139030690</id><published>2011-03-24T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:24:00.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CERTEZAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não exijo que esse alguém me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.esoterikha.com/dia-dos-namorados/certezas-texto-de-mario-quintana-para-namorados-apaixonados.php#" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ame&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade. Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível... E que esse momento será inesquecível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre...E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém...e poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento...e não brinque com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para mostrar a ele que o amor existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem humildade e paz. Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos, talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que eu nunca deixe minha esperança ser abalada por palavras pessimistas... Que a esperança nunca me pareça um NÃO que a gente teima em maquiá-lo de verde e entendê-lo como SIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ele é especial e importante pra mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros... Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão... Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades a às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim... e que valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="letter-spacing: 0.05em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&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/8922234338841143757-5112150814139030690?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5112150814139030690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5112150814139030690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5112150814139030690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5112150814139030690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/certezas.html' title='CERTEZAS'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1631232699216317164</id><published>2011-03-23T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:43:10.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Amor... vivemos utilizando essa palavrinha de forma impessoal e aleatória. Se voce ama de verdade é pra sempre e na mesma intensidade, pois, o amor é calmo, não é possessivo, voce deseja que a pessoa seja feliz mesmo não estando mais com ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Amor verdadeiro é atemporal! não dependendo de circunstancia alguma pra existir ou deixar de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1631232699216317164?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1631232699216317164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1631232699216317164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1631232699216317164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1631232699216317164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1102426220349281676</id><published>2011-03-23T15:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:31:28.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem encontrar na vida o verdadeiro amor, deve escondê-lo, longe do mundo, como um tesouro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1102426220349281676?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1102426220349281676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1102426220349281676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1102426220349281676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1102426220349281676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-encontrar-na-vida-o-verdadeiro.html' title='Quem encontrar na vida o verdadeiro amor, deve escondê-lo, longe do mundo, como um tesouro...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-760370339031911259</id><published>2011-03-23T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:51:23.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mensagem sobre casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dphyzgSOdjA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-760370339031911259?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/760370339031911259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=760370339031911259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/760370339031911259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/760370339031911259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/mensagem-sobre-casamento.html' title='mensagem sobre casamento'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dphyzgSOdjA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-62003153118179715</id><published>2011-03-21T16:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:36:55.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor não se esquece"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="title" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="posttext" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td background="http://perdidamente.blogs.sapo.pt/1290.html" height="250" id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e18f9d; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Há tempos li num blog que adorei "o amor não se esquece",...fiquei a pensar nisso e se calhar é bem verdade...O AMOR não se esquece, podemos deixar de sentir aquele sentimento forte mas o Amor nunca se esquece, passados tantos anos ainda recordamos um amor antigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e18f9d; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Porque, afinal não podemos esquecer o amor que nos mantêm vivos mesmo que seja por instantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e18f9d; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;O AMOR não se esquece porque amamos sempre pessoas especiais, quase sempre as pessoas erradas, mas muito EspeciaIs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e18f9d; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;E não podemos esquecer essas pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e18f9d; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Quando o sentimento enfraquece, guardamos essa pessoa no cantinho das nossas recordações e o tempo passa, a vida passa mas o amor esse nunca se esquece!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-62003153118179715?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/62003153118179715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=62003153118179715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/62003153118179715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/62003153118179715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-amor-nao-se-esquece.html' title='O Amor não se esquece&quot;'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2097069961456813608</id><published>2011-03-21T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:49:40.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um momento parei de ser,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;quem eu queria que eu fosse, comecei a ser quem eu realmente sou, percebi que não se deve parar pra levar discuções à sério. É perda de tempo, quando alguém me contesta, não disperta mais minha raiva, simplesmente aprendi que críticas só servem para esvaziar a mente; por isso prefiro dispensá-las, prefiro gastar meu tempo com coisas boas, falando palavras sinceras, espalhando bom humor e energias positivas por aí. enxergar a vida de um jeito bem mais doce é muito mais emocionante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Atrás de cada pensamento ruim se esconde o desejo de ser feliz, felicidade a gente conquista através do que somos e do que fazemos, não tente ser o que você não é, não se iluda com uma vida cheia de promessas tentadoras. Depois de MUITO, eu aprendi isso. E agora sim, posso dizer que sou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2097069961456813608?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2097069961456813608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2097069961456813608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2097069961456813608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2097069961456813608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-um-momento-parei-de-ser.html' title='Por um momento parei de ser,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1670735077206031553</id><published>2011-03-21T12:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:45:16.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Livrai-me de todo o mal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Senhor, proteja-me de todo mal , de todas as pessoas de má fé, e que toda energia negativa que chegue até mim se transforme em amor! Amém.&lt;br /&gt;É hora de rever os conceitos. De inventar outras esperanças. De ter esperança. De acreditar que podemos ser melhores do que tentamos ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existem dois lados jorrando oportunidades para que possamos descobrir as coisas dessa vida. O bem e o Mal. Não tenha medo. Arrisque! Só saberemos o que nos aguarda quando abrimos as cortinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1670735077206031553?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1670735077206031553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1670735077206031553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1670735077206031553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1670735077206031553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/livrai-me-de-todo-o-mal.html' title='Livrai-me de todo o mal...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4126383016387997623</id><published>2011-03-20T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:54:40.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhe pra nos dois - Luiz Claudio e Giuliano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RmhGt-9b2RU?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4126383016387997623?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4126383016387997623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4126383016387997623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4126383016387997623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4126383016387997623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/olha-pra-nos-dois-luiz-claudio-e.html' title='Olhe pra nos dois - Luiz Claudio e Giuliano'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RmhGt-9b2RU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2899411022505695136</id><published>2011-03-18T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:37:21.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crônica do Amor (Leia com atenção)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não fumantes teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, não obedece à razão. O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo, por conjunção estelar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são só referenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela paz que o outro lhe dá, ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Você ama aquela petulante. Você escreveu dúzias de cartas que ela não respondeu, você deu flores que ela deixou a seco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Você gosta de rock e ela de chorinho, você gosta de praia e ela tem alergia a sol, você abomina Natal e ela detesta o Ano Novo, nem no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;ódio vocês combinam. Então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Então, que ela tem um jeito de sorrir que o deixa imobilizado, o beijo dela é mais viciante do que LSD, você adora brigar com ela e ela adora implicar com você. Isso tem nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Você ama aquele cafajeste. Ele diz que vai e não liga, ele veste o primeiro trapo que encontra no armário. Ele não emplaca uma semana nos empregos, está sempre duro, e é meio galinha. Ele não tem a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;menor vocação para príncipe encantado e ainda assim você não consegue despachá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quando a mão dele toca na sua nuca, você derrete feito manteiga. Ele toca gaita na boca, adora animais e escreve poemas. Por que você ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;este cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Não pergunte pra mim; você é inteligente. Lê livros, revistas, jornais. Gosta dos filmes dos irmãos Coen e do Robert Altman, mas sabe que uma boa comédia romântica também tem seu valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;É bonita. Seu cabelo nasceu para ser sacudido num comercial de xampu e seu corpo tem todas as curvas no lugar. Independente, emprego fixo, bom saldo no banco. Gosta de viajar, de música, tem loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;por computador e seu fettucine ao pesto é imbatível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Você tem bom humor, não pega no pé de ninguém e adora sexo. Com um currículo desse, criatura, por que está sem um amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ah, o amor, essa raposa. Quem dera o amor não fosse um sentimento, mas uma equação matemática: eu linda + você inteligente = dois apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Não funciona assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Amar não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC. Ama-se justamente pelo que o Amor tem de indefinível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Honestos existem aos milhares, generosos têm às pencas, bons motoristas e bons pais de família, tá assim, ó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mas ninguém consegue ser do jeito que o amor da sua vida é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Pense nisso. Pedir é a maneira mais eficaz de merecer. É a contingência maior de quem precisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2899411022505695136?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2899411022505695136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2899411022505695136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2899411022505695136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2899411022505695136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/cronica-do-amor-leia-com-atencao.html' title='Crônica do Amor (Leia com atenção)'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6180550547866420830</id><published>2011-03-18T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:35:01.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>acabar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Então depois de tantos olhares trocados e tantas tardes vendo o céu, tantos filmes, tantos beijos, tantas juras de amor, tudo simplesmente acaba e tudo continua como se nada tivesse acontecido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Com o tempo o amor vira matéria prima, vira raiva, vira rima, vira música e também poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6180550547866420830?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6180550547866420830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6180550547866420830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6180550547866420830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6180550547866420830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/acabar.html' title='acabar!'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5909564520482799672</id><published>2011-03-01T10:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:19:16.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Águas Passadas - Maria Cecilia e Rodolfo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Eu sempre disse a mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Que águas passadas não movem moinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Mas a saudade é um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Que vive passando pelo meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quanto mais digo que odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Mais eu te rodeio com meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Não adianta tentar te lembrar de outro jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Se o meu coração ama até seus defeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Não quer que eu esqueça jamais de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;E assim eu vou brigando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Com meu próprio ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quanto mais eu nego mais você me tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Tento imaginar meu corpo em outros abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Mas em seu lugar eu não vejo ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;E me pego aqui sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Relembrando coisas que eram de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Choro quando a saudade dói em mim depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Sinto a sua falta a cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Você não me sai daqui do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Volta inesperado quando chega o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5909564520482799672?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5909564520482799672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5909564520482799672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5909564520482799672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5909564520482799672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/aguas-passadas-maria-cecilia-e-rodolfo.html' title='Águas Passadas - Maria Cecilia e Rodolfo'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4825229228721410615</id><published>2011-02-21T15:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:35:54.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eu amo, amo, amo você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Você não esta dormindo e não esta morto. Estou aqui e eu amo você. Sempre amei e sempre amarei. Fiquei pensando em você, vendo seu rosto em minha mente, durante cada segundo que me ausentei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;que vontade de correr pra você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4825229228721410615?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7391402044159985064</id><published>2011-02-20T14:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:41:15.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem me buscar, eu te espero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6l0gAh6Na1w/TYowWCAJWMI/AAAAAAAAFic/-TslhNSHOYY/s1600/2924503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6l0gAh6Na1w/TYowWCAJWMI/AAAAAAAAFic/-TslhNSHOYY/s320/2924503.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sabe que não te esqueci,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não deixe os sentimentos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;irem embora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu amor significa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;muito pra mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Vamos fazer da nossa história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;um lindo "final feliz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7391402044159985064?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7391402044159985064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7391402044159985064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8327232401609299984</id><published>2011-02-15T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:16:37.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Está Escrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ZEMofXmsGBc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEMofXmsGBc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEMofXmsGBc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong class="editable_area" style="display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;...Partiu&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração em dois&lt;br /&gt;Quando um de nós dois sumiu&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro dos lençóis&lt;br /&gt;O Brilho do olhar que se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Caminho dos sonhos se estinguiu&lt;br /&gt;Quando você de mim fugiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vacilei demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas juro que não pensei&lt;br /&gt;Em nenhum momento eu vou te machucar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te quero outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Preciso demais do seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem me perdoa por favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá escrito assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci pra você&lt;br /&gt;E você nasceu pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor não pode&lt;br /&gt;Terminar assim&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que eu te espero&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver feliz&lt;br /&gt;Com você amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tudo fiz&lt;br /&gt;Se o destino se meteu&lt;br /&gt;Foi porque ele quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que a gente ainda&lt;br /&gt;Vai se cruzar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Todo o seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Nosso beijo tão gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Não perdeu o sabor&lt;br /&gt;E na cama ainda&lt;br /&gt;Guardo o seu lugar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos anos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto que enflamo todo no meu ser&lt;br /&gt;E quando mesmo de longe&lt;br /&gt;Consigo olhar pra você&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que o coração&lt;br /&gt;Quase desfaz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor se eu pudesse te encontrar agora&lt;br /&gt;Te olhar nos olhos, te pedir perdão&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que no meu peito você ainda mora&lt;br /&gt;E entregar a chave do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu jogaria tudo o que eu tenho fora&lt;br /&gt;E retomar de novo a nossa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amaria, baby, a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;Te dedicaria toda essa canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que diz assim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci pra você&lt;br /&gt;E você nasceu pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor não pode&lt;br /&gt;Terminar assim&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que eu te espero&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver feliz&lt;br /&gt;Com você amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que tudo fiz&lt;br /&gt;Se o destino se meteu&lt;br /&gt;Foi porque ele quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que a gente ainda&lt;br /&gt;Vai se cruzar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu amor a gente vai se cruzar&lt;br /&gt;meu amor a gente vai se amar&lt;br /&gt;te amo,te quero,te adoro&lt;br /&gt;volta logo&lt;br /&gt;meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8327232401609299984?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8327232401609299984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8327232401609299984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8327232401609299984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8327232401609299984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/esta-escrito.html' title='Está Escrito'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-653927038759751025</id><published>2011-02-13T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:23:12.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Data especial 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WO_IgnUMIkA?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao meu amor, me perdoa!&lt;br /&gt;queria você aqui comigo...&lt;br /&gt;porque esse orgulho que me consome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-653927038759751025?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/653927038759751025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=653927038759751025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/653927038759751025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/653927038759751025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-perdoa-meu-amor.html' title='Data especial 2'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WO_IgnUMIkA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6973174967932713129</id><published>2011-02-10T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:45:12.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Hoje acordei sentindo uma saudade imensa de você, Meu corpo sentiu a falta do teu corpo junto ao meu. Eu queria denovo os teus carinhos ter, E de volta pra mim tudo o que é seu. Quero ter os teus olhos, para que eu os veja todo dia, Quero ter teu rosto para que eu afague, e minhas mãos sinta. Quero que seja minha toda a tua alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-6973174967932713129?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6973174967932713129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=6973174967932713129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6973174967932713129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/6973174967932713129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoje-acordei-sentindo-uma-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5108588971063010244</id><published>2011-02-09T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:48:59.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRENATURAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/fcZjJ03zYOQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcZjJ03zYOQ?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcZjJ03zYOQ?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5108588971063010244?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5108588971063010244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5108588971063010244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5108588971063010244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5108588971063010244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/sobrenatural.html' title='SOBRENATURAL'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5343150983643420296</id><published>2011-02-08T13:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:03:23.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Por que me descobriste no abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Com que tortura me arrancaste um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Por que me incendiaste de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quando eu estava bem, morta de sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Com que mentira abriste meu segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;De que romance antigo me roubaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Com que raio de luz me iluminaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quando eu estava bem, morta de medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Por que não me deixaste adormecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;E me indicaste o mar, com que navio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;E me deixaste só, com que saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Por que desceste ao meu porão sombrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Com que direito me ensinaste a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quando eu estava bem, morta de frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5343150983643420296?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5343150983643420296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5343150983643420296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5343150983643420296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5343150983643420296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/beijo.html' title='Beijo'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4839650837049711174</id><published>2011-02-07T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:47:22.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TVFo_pnt9SI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Njkazdkvhw4/s1600/o+beijo+mais+gostoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TVFo_pnt9SI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Njkazdkvhw4/s320/o+beijo+mais+gostoso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4839650837049711174?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4839650837049711174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4839650837049711174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4839650837049711174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4839650837049711174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TVFo_pnt9SI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Njkazdkvhw4/s72-c/o+beijo+mais+gostoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-1584904917653043101</id><published>2011-02-06T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:55:49.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>to abrindo os olhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-style: normal;"&gt;Tô me afastando de tudo que me&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: #76923c;"&gt;atrasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;me engana, me segura&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;e me retém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76923c;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tô me aproximando de tudo que me&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;faz completa,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;me faz feliz e que&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;me quer bem&lt;/span&gt;. Tô aproveitando tudo de bom que essa nossa&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;vida tem.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tô me dedicando de verdade pra agradar&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;outro alguém&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tô trazendo pra perto de mim quem eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt;gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e quem gosta de&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;mim também&lt;/span&gt;. Ultimamente eu só tô querendo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;ver&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #548dd4;"&gt;o ‘bom’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #92d050;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;que todo mundo tem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Relaxa,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;respira, se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;irritar é bom pra quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-style: normal;"&gt;Supera, suporta, entenda: isento de problemas eu não conheço ninguém. Queira viver,&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;viver melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;viver sorrindo e até os cem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Tô feliz, to despreocupada, com a vida eu to de bem&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-1584904917653043101?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1584904917653043101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=1584904917653043101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1584904917653043101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/1584904917653043101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-abrindo-os-olhos.html' title='to abrindo os olhos!'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4827041021961722390</id><published>2011-02-03T23:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:20:45.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque doi tanto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por ter errado e nunca conseguir atingir a perfeição..…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por te amar tanto ao ponto de não conseguir viver sem ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me pelos momentos que errei, mas perdoa-me também pelos momentos em que acertei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me pelos momentos de coragem e de fraqueza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me pelos instantes de alegria e também pelos momentos de tristeza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por tudo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me até mesmo por eu existir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por não conseguir viver sem ti…mas perdoa-me também pelo momentos que pude viver ao teu lado…e por estar certo que estes momentos realmente vivi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por cada dia e cada noite que eu te fiz feliz e infeliz também…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E obrigado, muito obrigado por me amares…!! Eu amo-te também… muito, demais, ao ponto de te pedir para me perdoares por todo este amor que sempre senti e sinto por ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por tentar fazer-te feliz e não conseguir, ao ponto de tu precisares de questionar durante tanto tempo para, talvez um dia voltares para mim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me, meu Anjo, se o desespero for tão grande que eu não consiga te esperar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Meu amor, perdoa-me… apenas perdoa-me… porque no teu perdão talvez eu consiga encontrar-te…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por a minha franqueza de não saber esperar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me até por eu não entender o porquê de tu não teres forças para voltares…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me… por eu não conseguir mais te encontrar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por eu desejar o teu abraço para me sentir segura…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por eu necessitar do teu corpo, alma e coração aqui presente… aqui comigo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por te obrigar até mesmo a eu me ausentar da tua vida por tanto tempo… mas também te peço perdão por te deixar tão perdido… tão desiludido… tão sem amanhã… tão sem vontade de falar comigo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me pelos planos que fiz para nós e não consegui realizar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por te amar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por não saber entender a tua ausência permanente e insistência em me deixar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Simplesmente perdoa-me e assim, talvez, eu te encontre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me por tanto te amar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me, simplesmente por não te deixar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Simplesmente perdoa-me por tudo o que fiz e também por tudo o que não fiz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Amo-te, ontem, hoje e amanha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Amo-te eternamente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E se um dia tu decidires voltar estarei à tua espera com um sorriso nos lábios....e com uma enorme vontade de fazer de ti o homem mais feliz do mundo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Perdoa-me…apenas isso… perdoa-me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4827041021961722390?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4827041021961722390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4827041021961722390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4827041021961722390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4827041021961722390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/02/porque-doi-tanto.html' title='Porque doi tanto?'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8001570702835513480</id><published>2011-02-03T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:42:41.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar doi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Foi sem querer,me deixei levar&lt;br /&gt;sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;me entreguei a esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;sem lutar,só queria lhe amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia que ia sofrer&lt;br /&gt;não pensei em nada,&lt;br /&gt;só pensei no momento&lt;br /&gt;no prazer de lhe ter&lt;br /&gt;Me dei inteira pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora,é essa angústia no peito&lt;br /&gt;já não durmo direito&lt;br /&gt;tudo me lembra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes você era só paixão&lt;br /&gt;ternura amor e compreensão&lt;br /&gt;me queria,eu sentia no seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;parece que foi fugaz&lt;br /&gt;penso que não me quer mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora está tão distante&lt;br /&gt;seus beijos já não tenho&lt;br /&gt;o abraço que não sinto&lt;br /&gt;o telefone que não toca&lt;br /&gt;o encontro que não acontece&lt;br /&gt;seu corpo que não me aquece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica tudo sem graça&lt;br /&gt;se não ouço sua voz&lt;br /&gt;se não tenho seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;pra iluminar o meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite se passa&lt;br /&gt;essa espera me enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;outro dia amanhece&lt;br /&gt;já não sei o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vivo da esperança&lt;br /&gt;de que um dia venha me ver&lt;br /&gt;Pra dá sentido a essa vida&lt;br /&gt;tão vazia sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8001570702835513480?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8001570702835513480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8001570702835513480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8001570702835513480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8001570702835513480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/amar-doi.html' title='Amar doi'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-826575905342546346</id><published>2011-01-30T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:55:56.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero que nao seja tarde d+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Tudo nessa vida acontece por algum motivo! E se eu encontrei você nesse longo caminho da vida, com certeza não foi por acaso, quem sabe não fosse para eu me apaixonar completamente por você, e quem sabe uma história maravilhosa esteja guardada para que nós pudéssemos viver, ou talvez pode até ser que você entrasse em minha vida pra me fazer sofrer, pra que eu aprendesse que nem em todas as pessoas podemos confiar, e pra que eu pudesse enxergar que a vida nem é tão simples assim, a vida não é tão fácil como eu imaginava ser! Seja como for, seja sei la qual o motivo que você entrou na minha vida, só sei que não foi por acaso, espero que um dia entenda que o que eu sinto por você é verdadeiro, e que se você entrou em minha vida pra me fazer feliz, por favor não demore muito tempo pra perceber isso, pois pode se tornar tarde demais e ai outro cara perceba antes de você que ele SIM veio ao mundo pra me fazer feliz, e ele sim seja o homem pra mim, que você nunca foi!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-826575905342546346?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/826575905342546346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=826575905342546346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/826575905342546346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/826575905342546346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/espero-que-nao-seja-tarde-d.html' title='Espero que nao seja tarde d+'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-6293150544425606109</id><published>2011-01-29T22:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:26:49.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembro dele todo dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;É acabar vivendo uma vida que não é minha. É acabar falando demais por não ter nada a dizer. Meu maior medo é perder a confiança de quem eu amo. Meu maior medo está em minhas atitudes, nas coisas que eu falo e depois acabo me arrependendo. Meu medo é ter que sorrir quando estou me acabando por dentro. Queria dizer: "Não! Eu não tenho nenhum medo." Mas não é tão fácil assim, como num simples passe de mágica. O meu medo só vai evaporar, quando eu ter a certeza de quem eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-177600053452733648?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/177600053452733648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=177600053452733648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/177600053452733648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/177600053452733648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/sabe-qual-e-meu-maior-medo.html' title='Sabe qual é meu maior medo?'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7060184914295308432</id><published>2011-01-21T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:39:03.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quando a gente ama alguém de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Esse amor não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O tempo passa, tudo passa, mas no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O amor permanece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;E qualquer minuto longe é demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;A saudade atormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mas qualquer minuto perto é bom demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;o amor só aumenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Vivo por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ninguém duvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Porque ela é tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu nunca imaginei que houvesse no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Um amor desse jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Do tipo que quando se tem não se sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se cabe no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mas eu posso dizer que sei o que é ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Um amor de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;E um amor assim eu sei que é pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;É pra eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quem ama não esquece quem ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O amor é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu tenho esquecido de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mas d'ela eu nunca me esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Por ela esse amor infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O amor mais bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;É assim nosso amor sem limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O maior e mais forte que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7060184914295308432?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7060184914295308432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7060184914295308432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7060184914295308432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7060184914295308432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-de-verdade.html' title='Amor de Verdade'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8357016639016691793</id><published>2011-01-21T09:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:12:40.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefiro a certeza de um não, do que a incerteza de um talvez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mesmo depois de chegar tão longe, depois de tanto tempo, mesmo depois de tudo, depois de tantas loucuras, depois de cada dia, de cada conversa, de cada declaração, de cada promessa, de cada sonho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu já tive quase certeza, mas a duvida, o medo, a insegurança, andam sempre comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Como é difícil viver sem saber, como a duvida pode incomodar tanto a ponto de enlouquecer qualquer pessoa que tenha qualquer sentimento, por menor que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É realmente difícil passar o dia pensando em você, dormir pensando em nós dois, sonhar com você por sentir tanta falta do seu abraço, beijo e colo. É difícil de mais não saber quando irei vê-lo mais uma vez, não saber o que passa pela sua cabeça, o que você sente, não saber se pensa em mim, se pensa em nós dois. É difícil continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Não suporto mais não saber, não saber seus medos, suas duvidas, não saber se seu passado ainda é presente, não saber se o hoje é como é devido a desilusões já vividas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por um momento eu penso em me libertar desse sentimento, dessa angústia que insiste em morar no meu coração, porém, quando penso que abrindo mão dessas coisas que ora me faz feliz, ora me abala de tal forma que chego a imaginar que só desistindo de viver é possível parar de sentir, estarei abrindo mão da felicidade por covardia, medo de sofrer, medo de viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quanto mais reviro sua vida tentando entender você, tenho mais medo de seguir, de insistir, continuar. Você é, como um labirinto, que não sei como me deixei entrar e não estou encontrando a saída. O desespero de tentar entender você está me levando à loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Insisto ou desisto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Medo de insistir e conhecer finalmente a loucura, medo de desistir e não suportar sua ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ninguém vive de sonhos, e contos de fadas definitivamente não existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando esse muro de concreto que existe entre nós dois vai desaparecer? Quando vou poder ver além , muito além de você? Não se rotule, não crie personagens, não tenha medo de expressar qualquer sentimento, por pior que seja, transparência e sinceridade tornam tudo mais fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E agora tá muito difícil ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8922234338841143757-8357016639016691793?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8357016639016691793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8357016639016691793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8357016639016691793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8357016639016691793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/prefiro-certeza-de-um-nao-do-que.html' title='Prefiro a certeza de um não, do que a incerteza de um talvez..'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-9155431959838608024</id><published>2011-01-17T14:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:27:58.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Perdoa por eu ter te escolhido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Perdoa por eu ter acreditado nesse sonho todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Perdoa por eu ter te perdoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Na hora que eu devia te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Perdoa por eu ter me preparado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;E me guardado pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu te solto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu não te prendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu te livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Faz o que é preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu não posso e eu não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Te obrigar a me querer na tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Desenganos vem, acontecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Desenganos vão, desaparecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Eu não posso e não vou forçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;A barra pra você gostar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quem sabe amanhã... talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;O tempo coloca tudo no seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Se vou te esperar ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Aquilo que tem que ser... será."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;VOCÊ É INESQUECÍVEL!!!JAMAIS SAIRÁ DO MEU CORAÇÃO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;SAUDADES!!!SAUDADES!!!SAUDADES!!!SAUDADES!!!SAUDADES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-9155431959838608024?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9155431959838608024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=9155431959838608024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/9155431959838608024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/9155431959838608024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/perdoa.html' title='Perdoa'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-4676515522743265959</id><published>2011-01-15T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:50:18.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Eu não sou a+ bonita, nem tenho o + lindo sorriso.Eu não me pareço com uma modelo e não tenho todos os ideais de beleza. Eu não sou a + popular, mas sou feliz com os amigos que tenho. Eu não sou a mais engraçada, mas consigo animar as pessoas quando eu quero. Eu sonho acordada e choro sem razão. Eu desejo um conto de fadas, mas o que vivo já me faz muito feliz. Eu posso ser muito querida, mas também posso ser insuportável quando quero. Eu acredito em destino, mas sempre fui vítima das coincidências. Eu já fiz juras de amor e já chorei por elas. Eu já fiz grandes amigos e com eles grandes planos. Eu já tentei substituir o insubstituível e esquecer o inesquecível. Eu já me decepcionei muito na vida, mas também já vivi momentos maravilhosos. Eu já confiei em muitas pessoas que eu não devia ter confiado, e percebi que ser traída por amigos é a PIOR coisa que existe. Eu já amei e talvez nunca tenha sido amada, + nem por isso eu não sou 1 garota feliz.Eu já peguei atalho errado e continuo andando pelo desconhecido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-4676515522743265959?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4676515522743265959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=4676515522743265959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4676515522743265959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/4676515522743265959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-sou-bonita-nem-tenho-o-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7949856602178633125</id><published>2011-01-14T02:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:05:55.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não acredito em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu não me importo Eu realmente não me importo É como se você fosse um balanço, e eu sou a criança que cai É como o jeito como brigamos, as vezes em que choro, as vezes eu sou golpeada E todas as noites, a paixão tem que estar aqui, e então tudo ficará bem, certo?não, eu não acredito em você Quando você diz que não vem mais Eu não quero lembrar de você Você disse que não iriamos nos separar Não, eu não acredito em você Quando você disse que não precisa de mim mais Então, não finja Não me amar mais Eu não me importo Eu continuo não me importando mais É como um desses sonhos ruins Quando você não pode acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Parece que você desistiu, você me deu o suficiente Mas eu quero mais, eu não quero parar Porque eu sei que você estará por perto, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7949856602178633125?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7949856602178633125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7949856602178633125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7949856602178633125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7949856602178633125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-nao-acredito-em-voce.html' title='Eu não acredito em você'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7164529088287322269</id><published>2011-01-08T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:34:19.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu nasci só pra vc !!!!! Vem logo me Buscar</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9kjHJgIxPZg?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-7164529088287322269?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7164529088287322269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7164529088287322269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7164529088287322269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7164529088287322269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nasci-so-pra-vc.html' title='Eu nasci só pra vc !!!!! Vem logo me Buscar'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9kjHJgIxPZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5856077230364007514</id><published>2011-01-05T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:33:59.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pare e pense,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Pare e pense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;O que você vai querer pra sua vida? aquela pessoa que está sempre do seu lado, ou a que você ama, e que quando você precisa dela, ela não esta? aquela que sempre sorri pra você, ou aquela que você vive brigando? aquela que te adora, ou aquela que te humilha? aquela que te ama, e você não vê, ou aquela que você vê que não te ama? aquela que te quer, ou a que quer você e as outras? aquela que te escuta, ou aquela que te ignora? aquela que está nos melhores momentos de sua vida, ou aquela que está só de vez em quando? aquela que se preocupa, ou aquela que brinca com seus sentimentos? Pare e pense, chega de se iludir, escolha quem voce realmente quer na sua vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;antes que seja tarde demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;. ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5856077230364007514?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5856077230364007514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5856077230364007514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5856077230364007514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5856077230364007514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/pare-e-pense.html' title='Pare e pense,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-5702197432926182531</id><published>2011-01-02T12:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:32:17.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Verdade Somos Tão Frágeis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Vivemos tão preocupados que esquecemos de valorizar as pequenas coisas; aquilo que aparentemente não é nada, mas que na verdade é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Nossa vida, nossa chance de acordar todos os dias e podermos pensar e também fazer algo diferente, algo melhor, não só a nível individual, como também no âmbito social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;É preciso fazer da vida uma eterna celebração, desde os mínimos detalhes até as maiores conquistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Coloque música e poesia em tudo o que faz... Tente ouvir mais a voz do seu coração, quando ela parece dizer:" Sorria, veja o lado positivo, elogie, ressalte o belo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não ignore seus bons sentimentos. Eles são a melhor de todas as armas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não profira sentenças sem possibilidade de recurso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Não hesite em pedir desculpas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Voçê nunca sairá perdendo se agir assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Navegue, mas não se deixe levar pela correnteza. Dirija seu barco, mas permita que os verdadeiros amigos e todos os que o amam o ajudem nesta missão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #008400; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Desca do pedestal de seu orgulho e tenha coragem de pedir ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-5702197432926182531?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5702197432926182531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=5702197432926182531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5702197432926182531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/5702197432926182531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/na-verdade-somos-tao-frageis.html' title='Na Verdade Somos Tão Frágeis'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-413447003503537199</id><published>2011-01-01T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:21:36.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>" O homem é como a flor do campo, de manhã floresce e à tarde, seca e morre!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TR9l4FTHHxI/AAAAAAAAE2g/gFBc0PMORys/s1600/DSC02071-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TR9l4FTHHxI/AAAAAAAAE2g/gFBc0PMORys/s320/DSC02071-1.JPG" width="240" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Senhor, sei que sempre estás comigo, que cuidas de mim, que Te preocupas comigo porque me amas e queres só o bem e a felicidade para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conheces as minhas fragilidades e queres me revestir&amp;nbsp;com a Tua&amp;nbsp;força! Tu&amp;nbsp;me queres saudável e tens planejada para mim,&amp;nbsp;uma vida longa na Tua presença.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha vida está inteiramente&amp;nbsp;em Tuas mãos! Se retiras de mim, o Teu sopro, eu morro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso acrescentar nem um segundo sequer ao meu respirar, ao meu existir. Dependo&amp;nbsp;totalmente de Ti, da Tua bondade, da Tua misericórdia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou frágil como as florinhas do campo... o vento, o sol, o frio... qualquer coisa pode secar-me e eu morro num piscar de olhos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero e preciso estar em Tuas mãos, ó Pai! Quero depender de Ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero repousar, segura, em Teus braços, confiante de que cuidas de tudo e não há o que temer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que sejas meu despertar e meu adormecer! Minha aurora e meu anoitecer...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que meus dias sejam Teus! Meu hoje, meu amanhã... para sempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo viver para Ti e morrer contigo para entrar na vida eterna... e jamais me separar do Teu amor!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-413447003503537199?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/413447003503537199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=413447003503537199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/413447003503537199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/413447003503537199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-homem-e-como-flor-do-campo-de-manha.html' title='&quot; O homem é como a flor do campo, de manhã floresce e à tarde, seca e morre!&quot;'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TR9l4FTHHxI/AAAAAAAAE2g/gFBc0PMORys/s72-c/DSC02071-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-2323254165317991932</id><published>2010-12-23T16:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:49:54.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Acredito no Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu acredito no amor. No amor que apóia, que une nas dificuldades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;que comemora nas conquistas, que sobrevive "apesar de".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu acredito no amor que tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera , tudo suporta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;No amor que perdoa e que supera, que se fortalece quando poderia morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-2323254165317991932?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2323254165317991932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=2323254165317991932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2323254165317991932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/2323254165317991932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-acredito-no-amor.html' title='Eu Acredito no Amor'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-7852763772389388764</id><published>2010-12-22T11:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:23:47.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Goste de alguém,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TRIX6axP4SI/AAAAAAAAExc/p2n8CkprEuU/s1600/amor_recordar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TRIX6axP4SI/AAAAAAAAExc/p2n8CkprEuU/s200/amor_recordar01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527582886977826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;que te ame, alguém que te espere, alguém que te compreenda mesmo nos momentos de loucura. de alguém que te ajude e que te guie, que seja seu apoio, tua esperança, teu tudo. goste de alguém que não te traia, que seja fiel, que sonhe contigo, que só pense em ti, no teu rosto, na tua delicadeza, no teu espírito e não só no teu corpo. goste de alguém que te espere até o final, de alguém que sofra junto contigo, que ria junto a ti, que enxugue tuas lágrimas. que te abrigue quando necessário, que fique feliz com tuas alegrias e que te dê forças depois de um fracasso. goste de alguém que volte para conversar depois da briga, depois do desencontro. de alguém que caminhe junto a ti, que seja companheiro, que respeite tuas fantasias, tuas ilusões. goste de alguém que te ame.. não goste apenas do amor, goste de alguém que sinta o mesmo por você . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&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/8922234338841143757-7852763772389388764?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7852763772389388764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=7852763772389388764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7852763772389388764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/7852763772389388764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2010/12/goste-de-alguem.html' title='Goste de alguém,'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TRIX6axP4SI/AAAAAAAAExc/p2n8CkprEuU/s72-c/amor_recordar01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922234338841143757.post-8119426828173379542</id><published>2010-12-16T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:27:54.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu senti a sua falta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TRIY6iMlq1I/AAAAAAAAExk/MUvHn5SLdL8/s1600/olhar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TRIY6iMlq1I/AAAAAAAAExk/MUvHn5SLdL8/s200/olhar2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553528684392328018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 132); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 132); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pensei em você, em nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;mas a distância me impediu de vê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria tê-lo aqui ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;você significa tudo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que no final irá valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Não demore, ninguém além de você,&lt;br /&gt;merece a minha espera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922234338841143757-8119426828173379542?l=geovannajacobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8119426828173379542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922234338841143757&amp;postID=8119426828173379542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8119426828173379542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922234338841143757/posts/default/8119426828173379542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geovannajacobs.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-eu-senti-sua-falta.html' title='Hoje eu senti a sua falta...'/><author><name>Geo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05969110567937215597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/Sgq4Gh36eMI/AAAAAAAABIM/ypqW0BZZwi0/S220/g2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DcRuy23OzE/TRIY6iMlq1I/AAAAAAAAExk/MUvHn5SLdL8/s72-c/olhar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
