<?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-1015461378090636466</id><updated>2011-11-17T03:49:54.431-08:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Contos'/><category term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>A Dama das neves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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href="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/245ef2bca1e4ec162f9e1a186bf4b8fca6bd91f0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://d.yimg.com/gg/u/245ef2bca1e4ec162f9e1a186bf4b8fca6bd91f0.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;i&gt;"Quando a gente acha que tem todas as respostas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem a vida e muda todas as perguntas ."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tanto tempo né ?! ... sem postar nada ... vou tentar me esforçar mais ! ^^&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;A preguiça é mãe de todos os vícios e como mãe, deve ser respeitada !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1015461378090636466-3297413851018414020?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/3297413851018414020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=3297413851018414020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3297413851018414020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3297413851018414020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2011/02/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-414414620452594926</id><published>2010-10-09T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:26:40.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Going Under - Tradução</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZjf9C6atT4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZjf9C6atT4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="365" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Afundando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Agora vou lhe dizer o que eu fiz por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu chorei cinquenta mil lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gritando, enganando e sangrando por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E você continua não querendo me ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não quero sua mão, desta vez eu me salvo sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talvez eu despertarei de uma vez só (despertarei de uma vez só)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não atormentada diariamente derrotada por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apenas quando eu pensei que tinha chegado ao fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou morrendo de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me afogando em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou caindo pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu tenho que passar por isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obscurecendo e confundindo a verdade e as mentiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Portanto, eu não sei o que é real e o que não é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sempre confundindo os pensamentos na minha cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Portanto, não posso confiar em mim mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou morrendo novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me afogando em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou caindo para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu tenho que passar por isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Então, vá em frente e grite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grite comigo, estou tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu não serei quebrada novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu tenho de respirar, não posso manter-me afundada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou morrendo novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me afogando em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu estou caindo pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu tenho que passar por isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estou afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Going Under/ Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="280" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2eq3SdmWU4o/hqdefault.jpg);" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eq3SdmWU4o&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eq3SdmWU4o&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="320" height="280" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Compartilhe sempre seus melhores sentimentos.... &amp;nbsp;Afinal a felicidade, é contagiante ! s2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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NÃO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/xxxAnexxx"&gt;Ask me anything ? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-5078423556453788060?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/5078423556453788060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=5078423556453788060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/5078423556453788060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/5078423556453788060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_5456.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-3128842503606908605</id><published>2010-02-28T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:36:11.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Qual foi o seu ano favorito?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Ano do meu nascimento ...lógico !&lt;br /&gt;Afinal eu sou uma pessoa muito importante pra mim mesmo ! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/xxxAnexxx"&gt;Ask me anything ? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-3128842503606908605?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/3128842503606908605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=3128842503606908605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3128842503606908605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3128842503606908605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_4204.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-2045045698564782376</id><published>2010-02-28T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:35:05.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Você já quebrou algum osso? Se quebrou, como foi?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Não nunca ... Só tive uma torção .. mas quebra nunca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/xxxAnexxx"&gt;Ask me anything ? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-2045045698564782376?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/2045045698564782376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=2045045698564782376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/2045045698564782376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/2045045698564782376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_9516.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-1377595611134668616</id><published>2010-02-28T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:33:27.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;DAAANGER...?!&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Unagui ^_~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/xxxAnexxx"&gt;Ask me anything ? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-1377595611134668616?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/1377595611134668616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=1377595611134668616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/1377595611134668616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/1377595611134668616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_1162.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-5724854293759486193</id><published>2010-02-28T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:32:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;se tu fosse um pokemon, ql tu gostaria de ser?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Acho eu gostaria de ser o Mokona Preto ...&lt;br /&gt;Por + q ele não seja um pokemon .. ele bebe sake o dia inteiro e depois dorme ... E isso é muito legal *-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/xxxAnexxx"&gt;Ask me anything ? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-5724854293759486193?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/5724854293759486193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=5724854293759486193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/5724854293759486193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/5724854293759486193'/><link 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perto das pessoas q eu gosto (Dad,Nana, Okamiiiii , Miguxos e Tios )*-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/xxxAnexxx"&gt;Ask me anything ? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-8051507834252342451?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/8051507834252342451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=8051507834252342451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/8051507834252342451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/8051507834252342451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-4212619448393267432</id><published>2010-01-25T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:07:23.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/S15bMrEZKTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ndT0_2NXDeY/s1600-h/f7ef97ab66d611031950ecf74e6a50d07e2d03e7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/S15bMrEZKTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ndT0_2NXDeY/s320/f7ef97ab66d611031950ecf74e6a50d07e2d03e7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430878473933105458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca fui como todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca tive muitos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca fui favorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca fui o que meus pais queriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca tive alguém que amasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tive somente a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha absoluta verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu verdadeiro pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu conforto nas horas de sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não vivo sozinha porque gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e sim porque aprendi a ser só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Fugi em um tempo ... e voltei em outro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Retirado do meme  : &lt;a href="http://meme.yahoo.com/fina_flor/"&gt;http://meme.yahoo.com/fina_flor/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/S15bMrEZKTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ndT0_2NXDeY/s72-c/f7ef97ab66d611031950ecf74e6a50d07e2d03e7.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-8849949244176747060</id><published>2009-10-01T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:37:38.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>Flor de Plástico, Flor de Carne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;--&gt; Assim ... Para quem não gosta de contos de terror , aconselho não ler !!&lt;br /&gt;Uma sugestão minha como alternativa é olhar esse link &lt;a href="http://nessatelacinza.blogspot.com/2009/09/sobre-uma-conclusao.html"&gt;http://nessatelacinza.blogspot.com/2009/09/sobre-uma-conclusao.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/l"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt; digamos que ele é mais "gentil"  ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SsVXkFFzEjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ghXYdHeL4xc/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387808806572069426" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Me olhei no espelho e perguntei a mim mesma: era mesmo isso que eu queria? Não poderia confiar apenas na palavra dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não. Definitivamente não. Precisava saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olhei para meu rosto uma última vez antes de começar. Todos sempre diziam que eu era muito bonita. Meu cabelo chamava a atenção de todos. Meus olhos eram de um violeta muito raro. Meu rosto era o de uma boneca de porcelana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chega! Se eu continuar pensando assim, nunca vou ter a coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peguei a máquina de aparar cabelo e passei sobre minha cabeça. Minhas madeixas ruivas começaram a despencar no ladrilho azul do chão do banheiro. A máquina avançava podando minha cabeleira. Continuei até ficar careca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois peguei a navalha e cortei minha orelha esquerda. Parei no meio do caminho: a dor era insuportável. Estava chorando. Mas não podia parar. Tinha que ter certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Avancei com a navalha serrando cegamente a cartilagem. Gritei. Gritei de novo. Continuei. Finalmente, a orelha saiu. Eu estava berrando àquele momento. Tomei bastante analgésicos. A dor foi se amortecendo, mas não chegou a parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cortei pedaços do meu rosto com a navalha. A carne se abria e ardia muito. Quando a dor se tornou insuportável, tomei um comprimido de morfina que havia roubado do hospital. Continuei tirando nacos de carne da minha face. Estanquei o sangramento e fiz alguns pontos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olhei para meus olhos. Era tudo o que havia me restado de belo. Com a gilete vazei um deles. Pude senti-lo escorrendo, esvaziando minha órbita. Tive de deixar um para enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pronto. Havia terminado. Havia me tornado um monstro. Agora confirmaria se o que Michael me disse era verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ele me disse que não gostava de mim por atração física. Agora eu teria minha prova."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Matheus Ferraz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conto tirado do link : &lt;a href="http://www.bocadoinferno.com/romepeige/contos/florde.html"&gt;http://www.bocadoinferno.com/romepeige/contos/florde.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;.&lt; Eu gosto de histórias más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-8849949244176747060?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/8849949244176747060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=8849949244176747060&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/8849949244176747060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/8849949244176747060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2009/10/flor-de-plastico-flor-de-carne.html' title='Flor de Plástico, Flor de Carne'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SsVXkFFzEjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ghXYdHeL4xc/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-4182826682850022896</id><published>2009-09-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:17:44.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tsubasa Chronicle - Ring your song (tradução)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Agora viemos tão longe das trevas&lt;br /&gt;E nunca vamos estar separados&lt;br /&gt;Então nós partimos para o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Para começar nossas vidas de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encontrem lá, minhas penas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;dos meus antigos dias sagrados&lt;br /&gt;Vocês vão acalmar toda a minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E tocarão sua canção&lt;br /&gt;Só para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encontrem lá, minhas penas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;dos meus antigos dias sagrados&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou acalmar toda a sua tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E cantarei minha canção&lt;br /&gt;Só para vocês"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcTp48mzIII"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcTp48mzIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Veja o videio xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-4182826682850022896?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/4182826682850022896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=4182826682850022896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/4182826682850022896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/4182826682850022896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2009/09/tsubasa-chronicle-ring-your-song.html' title='Tsubasa Chronicle - Ring your song (tradução)'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-7045164216886867531</id><published>2009-05-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:30:08.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>As Flores da Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Conta-se que uma moça estava muito doente e teve que ser internada em um hospital. Desenganada pelos médicos, a família não queria que a moça soubesse que iria morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todos seus amigos já sabiam. Menos ela. E para todo mundo que ela perguntava se ia morrer, a afirmação era negada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois de muito receber visitas, ela pediu durante uma oração que lhe enviassem flores. Queria rosas brancas se fosse voltar para casa, rosas amarelas se fosse ficar mais um tempo no hospital e estivesse em estado grave, e rosas vermelhas se estivesse próxima sua morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Certa hora, bate a porta de seu quarto uma mulher e entrega a mãe da moça um maço de rosas vermelhas murchas e sem vida. A mulher se identifica como "mãe da Berenice". Nesse meio de tempo, a moça que estava dormindo acordou, e a mãe av isou pra ela que a mulher havia deixado o buquê de rosas, sem saber do pedido da filha feito em oração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela ficou com uma cara de espanto quando foi informada pela mãe que quem havia trazido as rosas era a mãe da Berenice. A uníca coisa que a moça conseguiu responder era que a mãe da Berenice estava morta há 10 anos. A moça morreu naquela mesma noite. No hospital ninguém viu a tal mulher entrando ou saindo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/Sg4VshklkYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-kf1OSrDLqU/s320/rosas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336226463150870914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Algo mais apavorante do que o normal???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É porque eu morro no RS e aqui ta frio, então nada mais justo que uma boa história de terror num dia assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Conto extraido do site : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.geocities.com/m_1cael/historias.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://br.geocities.com/m_1cael/historias.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-7045164216886867531?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/7045164216886867531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=7045164216886867531&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/7045164216886867531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/7045164216886867531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-flores-da-morte.html' title='As Flores da Morte'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/Sg4VshklkYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-kf1OSrDLqU/s72-c/rosas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-3271788744422299014</id><published>2009-04-21T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:16:01.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Rondo - Vampire Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Se as pétalas da rosa branca abrem-se uma a uma,&lt;br /&gt;as memórias daquele dia se colorirão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se seguisse um cordão brilhante,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo flui calmamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto elas vão e voltam, levadas pela maré,&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas renascem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso é um calor que derrete em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Como um doce sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(que eu tive em algum lugar)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que agora você esteja tomada pelo sol poente,&lt;br /&gt;nossas sombras se sobrepoem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante e sem fim, profundo e sem limites&lt;br /&gt;Como os destinos se cruzam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu as agarrei de novo e de novo, eu as perdi de novo e de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes em que nós finalmente pudemos nos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o céu anseia por sangue, as flores esperam pela chuva&lt;br /&gt;e a noite implora pela manhã,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ansiei tanto&lt;br /&gt;para que dois corações se tornassem um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pétalas da rosa branca se dispersam uma a uma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nosso amor transforma-se em eternidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/Se3xHQX-MzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0n4QLbO5Mf4/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179041206055730" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-3271788744422299014?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/3271788744422299014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=3271788744422299014&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3271788744422299014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3271788744422299014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2009/04/rondo-vampire-knight.html' title='Rondo - Vampire Knight'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/Se3xHQX-MzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0n4QLbO5Mf4/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-5601537287763468192</id><published>2009-02-14T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:20:01.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Amar ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eu quero amar....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar perdidamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar só por amar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui...além...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais Este e Aquele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o Outro e toda a gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar! Amar! E não amar ninguém! [...]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Parte do soneto "Amar", de Florbela Espanca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SZcT02GGNzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BdIby8CI1u8/s320/maos22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302728884847261490" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1015461378090636466-5601537287763468192?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/5601537287763468192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=5601537287763468192&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/5601537287763468192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/5601537287763468192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2009/02/amar.html' title='Amar ...'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SZcT02GGNzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BdIby8CI1u8/s72-c/maos22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-2358500441575876316</id><published>2009-01-19T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:19:54.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>2° Conto: O amor pelos Dragões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SXTgBou-_nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rPLwlBX3baQ/s1600-h/2239411804_9606cf4775_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SXTgBou-_nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rPLwlBX3baQ/s320/2239411804_9606cf4775_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293101780786151026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;         Zião, o Senhor de Ye, gostava tanto de dragões que havia mandado esculpir e pintar vários deles na sua casa e nas e só vestia roupas que tinham dragões bordados.&lt;br /&gt;         O dragão do céu, sabendo disso, desceu à Terra, entrou com a cabeça pela porta da casa e enfiou a cauda na janela. Ao perceber o que estava acontecendo, o Senhor de Ye, morrendo de medo.&lt;br /&gt;         Isso mostra que o Senhor de Ye não gostava verdadeiramente de dragões. Ele gostava daquilo que parecia ser um dragão, mas não dos dragões de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shen Buhai)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fábula do livro : 50 Fábulas da China Fabulosa &lt;br /&gt;Organização e Tradução : Sérgio Capparelli e Márcia Schmaltz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-2358500441575876316?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/2358500441575876316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=2358500441575876316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/2358500441575876316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/2358500441575876316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-conto-o-amor-pelos-drages.html' title='2° Conto: O amor pelos Dragões'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SXTgBou-_nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rPLwlBX3baQ/s72-c/2239411804_9606cf4775_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-9043786161719083967</id><published>2008-11-30T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:14:10.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Desmantelo Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Então pintei de azul os meus sapatos  &lt;br /&gt;por não poder de azul pintar as ruas &lt;br /&gt;depois vesti meus gestos insensatos  &lt;br /&gt;e colori as minhas mãos e as tuas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para extinguir de nós o azul ausente &lt;br /&gt;e aprisionar o azul nas coisas gratas &lt;br /&gt;Enfim, nós derramamos simplesmente &lt;br /&gt;azul sobre os vestidos e as gravatas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E afogados em nós nem nos lembramos &lt;br /&gt;que no excesso que havia em nosso espaço &lt;br /&gt;pudesse haver de azul também cansaço &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E perdidos no azul nos contemplamos &lt;br /&gt;e vimos que entre nascia um sul &lt;br /&gt;vertiginosamente azul: azul. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Carlos Pena Filho) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1015461378090636466-9043786161719083967?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-3914888748223854454</id><published>2008-10-14T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:00:42.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>A neve que cai eternamente !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quanto tempo se passou desde que eu gostei de você?&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sentimento apenas cresce&lt;br /&gt;Será que você percebeu o que sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca disse isso para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como a neve silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se acumulando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrace-me forte, se fosse para me sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deveria ter desejado&lt;br /&gt;Essa sensação de gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, as lágrimas não param&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito era melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não ter te conhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando ficarei pensando em você?&lt;br /&gt;O meu suspiro deixou o vidro embaçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a vela que ilumina o meu coração abalado&lt;br /&gt;Você não quer derretê-lo agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrace-me forte, como se fosse me quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo na temperstade de neve no inverno&lt;br /&gt;Para eu não sentir frio&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto sua falta, toda vez que penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Fico sozinha abraçando&lt;br /&gt;Esse cachecol que ainda não terminei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se existe a neve que cai eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Será que conseguirei esconder esse sentimento de você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me forte, se fosse para me sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deveria ter desejado&lt;br /&gt;Essa sensação de gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, isso que cresce em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar no céu de inverno&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero te encontrar logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrace-me forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Full Moon Wo Sagashite - Eternal Snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-3914888748223854454?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/3914888748223854454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=3914888748223854454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3914888748223854454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3914888748223854454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2008/10/neve-que-cai-eternamente.html' title='A neve que cai eternamente !'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-3831274075902305242</id><published>2008-10-08T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:39:29.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você for se embora,&lt;br /&gt;moça branca como a neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acaso você não possa&lt;br /&gt;me carregar pela mão,&lt;br /&gt;menina branca de neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se no coração não possa&lt;br /&gt;por acaso me levar,&lt;br /&gt;moça de sonho e de neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve no seu lembrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se aí também não possa&lt;br /&gt;por tanta coisa que leve&lt;br /&gt;já viva em seu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;menina branca de neve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me leve no esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Ferreira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gullar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SO1gGu-nglI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nQidk_VRI1k/s320/rosa+vermelha+neve.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254962009017385554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simplesmente leve-me com você...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-3831274075902305242?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/3831274075902305242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=3831274075902305242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3831274075902305242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3831274075902305242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SO1gGu-nglI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nQidk_VRI1k/s72-c/rosa+vermelha+neve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-3476880361059584279</id><published>2008-10-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:51:25.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>As Duas Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"São duas flores unidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;São duas rosas nascidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Talvez no mesmo arrebol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vivendo no mesmo galho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da mesma gota de orvalho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do mesmo raio de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unidas, bem como as penas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Das duas asas pequenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De um passarinho do céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como um casal de rolinhas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como uma tribo de andorinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Da tarde no frouxo véu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unidas, bem como os prantos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que em parelha descem tantos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Das profundezas do olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como o suspiro e o desgosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como as covinhas do rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como as estrelas do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unidas... Ai quem pudera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Numa eterna primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Viver, qual vive esta flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Juntar as rosas da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Na rama verde e florida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Na verde rama do amor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Castro Alves - Espumas Flutuantes - As duas flores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SOnCJtJMjVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0BAdK-vWdZo/s200/515322516_6fe83718aa_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253943912297172306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Há vida que brota na neve !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-3476880361059584279?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/3476880361059584279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=3476880361059584279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3476880361059584279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/3476880361059584279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-duas-flores.html' title='As Duas Flores'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SOnCJtJMjVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0BAdK-vWdZo/s72-c/515322516_6fe83718aa_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-753176813246403956</id><published>2008-10-01T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:54:08.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>O Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tiago Bettencourt  - O Lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/INRdfwducn/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;* Pare a música do blog para ouvir essa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já é noite e o frio&lt;br /&gt;está em tudo que se vê&lt;br /&gt;lá fora ninguém sabe&lt;br /&gt;que por dentro há vazio&lt;br /&gt;porque em todos há um espaço&lt;br /&gt;que por medo não se ve&lt;br /&gt;onde a solidão se esquece&lt;br /&gt;do que o medo não previu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é noite e o chão&lt;br /&gt;é mais terra para nascer&lt;br /&gt;a água vai escorrendo&lt;br /&gt;entre as mãos a percorrer&lt;br /&gt;todo o espaço entre a sombra&lt;br /&gt;entre o espaço que restou&lt;br /&gt;para refazer a vida &lt;br /&gt;no que o medo não matou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas onde tudo morre tudo pode renascer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em ti vejo o tempo que passou&lt;br /&gt;vejo o sangue que correu&lt;br /&gt;vejo a força que moveu&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parou em ti&lt;br /&gt;a tempestade que não há em ti&lt;br /&gt;arrastando para o teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;e é em ti que vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já é dia e a sombra&lt;br /&gt;está em tudo que se ve&lt;br /&gt;lá fora ninguém sabe &lt;br /&gt;o que a luz pode fazer&lt;br /&gt;porque a noite foi tão fria&lt;br /&gt;que não soube acordar&lt;br /&gt;a noite foi tão dura&lt;br /&gt;e difícil de sarar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas onde tudo morre tudo pode renascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;em ti vejo o tempo que passou&lt;br /&gt;vejo o sangue que correu&lt;br /&gt;vejo a força que moveu&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parou em ti&lt;br /&gt;a tempestade que não há em ti&lt;br /&gt;arrastando para o teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;e é em ti que vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu já descobri a casa onde posso adormecer&lt;br /&gt;eu já desvendei o mundo e o tempo de perder&lt;br /&gt;aqui tudo é mais forte e há mais cor no céu maior&lt;br /&gt;aqui tudo é tão novo tudo pode ser meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas onde tudo morre tudo volta a nascer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em ti vejo o tempo que passou&lt;br /&gt;vejo o sangue que correu&lt;br /&gt;vejo a força que moveu&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parou em ti&lt;br /&gt;a tempestade que não há em ti&lt;br /&gt;arrastando para o teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;e é em ti que vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já é dia e a luz&lt;br /&gt;está em tudo que se vê&lt;br /&gt;cá dentro não se ouve&lt;br /&gt;o que lá fora faz chover&lt;br /&gt;na cidade que há em ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontrei o meu lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é em ti que vou ficar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu gosto dela ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-753176813246403956?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/753176813246403956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=753176813246403956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/753176813246403956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/753176813246403956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-lugar.html' title='O Lugar'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-1475027673609453150</id><published>2008-09-28T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:27:08.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Apaixone-se por mim !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Apaixone-se por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não um amor de mesa posta, talheres de prata, toalha de renda.&lt;br /&gt;Não um amor de terça-feira, água morna, gaveta arrumada. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por mim no meio de uma tarde de chuva, rua alagada, rosas na mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;um amor faminto, urgente, latejante, um amor de carne, sangue e vazantes&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, um amor inadiável de perder o rumo o prumo e o norte, me ame um amor de morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não me dê um amor adestrado que senta, deita, rola e finge de morto, que late, lambe e dorme.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se felino, sorrateiramente e assim que eu me distrair, &lt;/span&gt;me crave os dentes, as unhas, role comigo e perca-se em mim e seja tão grande a ponto de me deixar perder.&lt;br /&gt;Ame minhas curvas, minha vulva, minha carne, me fecunde e se espalhe por meus versos, meus reversos, meus entalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faça eu me sentir amada, &lt;/span&gt;desejada, glorificada em corpo e espírito que eu nunca soube o que é ser de alguém, mas preciso que me ensines, que me fales, que me cales, amém. "&lt;br /&gt;(Ticcia Antoniete)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SOBaxnJ1z5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AqcOvksd36A/s400/ist2_5023823-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251296973884346258" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-1475027673609453150?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/1475027673609453150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=1475027673609453150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/1475027673609453150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/1475027673609453150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2008/09/apaixone-se-por-mim.html' title='Apaixone-se por mim !'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SOBaxnJ1z5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AqcOvksd36A/s72-c/ist2_5023823-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015461378090636466.post-4164520911743700933</id><published>2008-09-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:26:11.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>1°Conto : O inicio da nossa história</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SXThi62gIeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y9BGgAyDONQ/s1600-h/A+dama+das+neves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SXThi62gIeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y9BGgAyDONQ/s320/A+dama+das+neves.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293103452096831970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ninguém sabe se é um espírito ou uma Deusa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas dizem que as grandes nevascas são o pranto dela !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao redor do mundo existem varias versões da lenda da Dama das neves.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dizem que é um espírito de bom caráter, que costuma embalar os homens até que adormeçam e morram; outros, que é uma bela mulher esperando que seu amado retorne de uma longa viajem, ou ainda que é simplesmente uma Deusa que ajuda os viajantes.  &lt;br /&gt;Nada esta certo ou errado... a Dama das neves é ainda uma incógnita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas pra mim, ela é um ser que junta a alma dos homens que morrem na neve e os levas de volta pra as suas casas, para avisar as suas famílias do acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;E as grandes nevascas, não são nada mais que o pranto das pessoas, que em dias se frios transformam em neve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1015461378090636466-4164520911743700933?l=adamadasneves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/feeds/4164520911743700933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1015461378090636466&amp;postID=4164520911743700933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/4164520911743700933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1015461378090636466/posts/default/4164520911743700933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamadasneves.blogspot.com/2008/09/dama-das-neves.html' title='1°Conto : O inicio da nossa história'/><author><name>Ane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09239371341143958149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/TFoz8vOFHZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P7WHx6IKR5A/S220/Ane+-+2008+-+Quase+Natal+(121).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWA6SOAoplc/SXThi62gIeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y9BGgAyDONQ/s72-c/A+dama+das+neves.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
