<?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-8914608841399352320</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:46:24.578-08:00</updated><category term='hoje já disse que te amo? eu amo-te'/><category term='resumo ano 2011'/><category term='passado mal passado'/><category term='(L)'/><category term='Mf'/><category term='t ?'/><category term='já chega não moça ? -.-'/><category term='T e AM'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>strange moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-6912710781401296129</id><published>2012-02-08T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T11:41:19.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu nem sei como começar este texto, estou nervosa, e cheia de raiva, talvez não tenha a razão toda para estar assim, mas estou, parece que &lt;b&gt;vou explodir&lt;/b&gt;, acho que nem estou com condições de escrever agora. &lt;b&gt;Mas esta é a altura certa para dizer tudo o que sinto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei parva, fiquei absolutamente vidrada no ecrã quando &lt;b&gt;li certas conversas que não estava há espera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas aprendi a lição, às vezes &lt;b&gt;dizer a verdade é pior do que esconder ou mentir&lt;/b&gt; e falar com as pessoas sobre nós, sobre o que nós sentimos, com &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sentimentos verdadeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, é algo que não volto a fazer pelo menos com alguns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eles não têm culpa, nem eu tenho. &lt;b&gt;Ninguem tem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não digam que sou complicada, que &lt;b&gt;não sou fácil de compreender&lt;/b&gt;, porque sou, &lt;b&gt;quem me&lt;/b&gt; conhece sabe perfeitamente a minha personalidade, e este motivo talvez não seja o pior de todos, para ouvidos de outros talvez seja um absurdo a forma como reagi , mas eu &lt;b&gt;não gostei, e pronto&lt;/b&gt;. E como já disse &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;não&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vou mudar por causa disso porque eu serei sempre a mesma pessoa, &lt;b&gt;como sempre fui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deu para entender ?! &lt;b&gt;EU SEREI IGUAL&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(em certos assuntos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8914608841399352320-6912710781401296129?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6912710781401296129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6912710781401296129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/02/tire-o-som-da-musica-inicial-em-baixo.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-440476180299853429</id><published>2012-01-31T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:41:16.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu és tipo pegada, marca e depois desaparece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-440476180299853429?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/440476180299853429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/440476180299853429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/tu-es-tipo-pegada-marca-e-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8891835496762637964</id><published>2012-01-25T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:03:08.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabes? Eu já disse, mas parece que as minhas palavras voam com o ventomal saem da minha boca, eu suportei até agora, fiz tudo, arranjei coragem ondenão a tinha tudo isso para ver bem, alguém que admirava, mas o orgulhopartiu-se em bocados, desfez-se, não aos poucos mas como um copo que cai e setorna em pequenos pedacinhos, às vezes impossíveis de voltar a torna-se num só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tornaste-te num ser impossível de compreender, queria-te, comoantigamente, aquele que ria comigo, mas também chorava. Aquele que me fazia rirsem motivo, que me conseguia por a dizer coisas que eu nunca pensei dizer. Maspreferis-te seguir outros caminhos, e eu acompanhei-te, não para segui-lostambém, mas para nunca te deixar só, e nunca te abandonei, até agora fui a tua únicacompanhia que realmente se preocupava contigo, não que estivesses rodeado depessoas horrorosas, mas rodeado de quem nao te dava a mínima por ti, de quem sóse importava com o seu próprio nariz, e tu fizeste questão de tapar os olhos ecaminhar com eles sempre fechados, junto dessas pessoas. Já não dás ouvidos aninguém, nem a mim que sempre me escutaste e ainda és mal-educado. Como já techeguei a dizer, eu não sou tua mãe, nem pai, sou tua amiga, e como tua amigatenho obrigação de te ajudar sempre no que precisares, mas ultimamente pareceque só te lembras de mim quando precisas de um favor, ou quando precisas que tevá buscar porque já não te aguentas!!! Deixaste de me dar ouvidos esimplesmente ficaste perdido, como um barco há deriva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando ouço os problemas em que te metes-te ou no estado em queestás, sinto uma raiva dentro de mim, que só me apetece dar-te quatro chapadas bem assentes, porque se me estivesses escutado nadadisso teria acontecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esquece, arranja outra pessoa que consiga ter a&amp;nbsp;paciência&amp;nbsp;que eu tive, ou se quiseres que te acompanhe, já sabes o que tens de fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parece que me fartei, estranho nãe é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-8891835496762637964?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8891835496762637964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8891835496762637964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/sabes-eu-ja-disse-mas-parece-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7351403497619374950</id><published>2012-01-24T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:30:59.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lembra de quando&amp;nbsp;costumávamos&amp;nbsp;ser amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/8914608841399352320-7351403497619374950?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veja como suas&amp;nbsp;lágrimas&amp;nbsp;fluem como rios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia chegará até a foz, e acalmará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que você deseja quando ele crescer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não precisa ser extraordinário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não necessita de ser perfeito, mas sim a seu modo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para aqueles que nunca ouviram seu choro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhe para o céu e veja que onde os outros falham você prevalece a tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cedo ou tarde você vai conseguir ... vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E onde parece haver somente fronteiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não faça como os outros que viram e suspiram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atravesse tudo , nem que seja pelos céus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-5787446349554069927?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5787446349554069927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5787446349554069927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/veja-como-suas-como-rios-um-dia-chegara.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8470835407197584629</id><published>2012-01-22T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:35:27.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Fui caminhando,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sei para onde, nem sei porquê. Mas caminhava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Caminhei horas e horas, cansei-me, e longe vi uns bancos. Acelerei o passo, e sentei-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Fechei os olhos, e revivi memórias, não porque sentia necessidade de me lembrar de certas coisas, mas porque a minha cabeça precisava de espairecer. Doeu, houve certas lembranças que preferia que ficassem perdidas na minha cabeça, e longe do meu pensamento. Lembranças essas que já não eram recordadas há muito tempo. Então, abri de repente os olhos e levantei-me como quem não quer nada, e corri pelo meio da multidão, dando cotoveladas a quem nao se desviava, corri bem rápido como se já não tivesse cansada, como se tivesse arranjado forças onde não as tinha, e corri ate casa, pequei nos phones que estavam pousados na&amp;nbsp;escrivaninha e a musica tocou, deitei-me na cama, até adormecer ao som das notas mais doces da melodia.&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/8914608841399352320-8470835407197584629?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8470835407197584629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8470835407197584629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/fui-caminhando-para-onde-nem-sei-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2995351792274083231</id><published>2012-01-20T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:55:53.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oração do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor, dai-me sabedoria para &lt;i&gt;suportar&lt;/i&gt; algumas pessoas, porque se me dais força &lt;i&gt;parto-lhes&lt;/i&gt; o focinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2995351792274083231?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2995351792274083231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2995351792274083231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/oracao-do-dia-senhor-dai-me-sabedoria.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-4618877941620690509</id><published>2012-01-18T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:10:42.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já nao acredito nos principes que nas minhas historias de menina ouvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas acredito que nao preciso de um cavalo branco para me apaixonar por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fisicamente tu nao estas, mas permaneces no meu coração, nas minhas memorias e é por isso que o meu amor se mantêm vivo. Não é porque quero, é porque necessito!&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/8914608841399352320-4618877941620690509?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4618877941620690509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4618877941620690509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja-nao-acredito-nos-principes-que-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5692917305847189103</id><published>2012-01-16T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:55:03.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gostei muito de você, era a &lt;b&gt;única verdade&lt;/b&gt; em mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei daquele jeito que &lt;b&gt;não se deve gostar&lt;/b&gt;, sabe?&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/8914608841399352320-5692917305847189103?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5692917305847189103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5692917305847189103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-gostei-muito-de-voce-era-unica.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2652526859392259167</id><published>2012-01-13T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:07:57.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário, e apesar de ser uma &lt;b&gt;sexta-feira 13&lt;/b&gt; não me deixei afectar por superstições estupidas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigado &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;amigos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, obrigado muito mesmo, por tudo, por &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoje &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e apesar de fazeres questão de ser o &lt;b&gt;ultimo&lt;/b&gt; a dar-me os parabéns, eu &lt;b&gt;gosto &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de ti , mais do que tu imaginas , &lt;i&gt;amo-te mt&lt;/i&gt; ! :s&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/8914608841399352320-2652526859392259167?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2652526859392259167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2652526859392259167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-foi-o-meu-aniversario-e-apesar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5947144611953622577</id><published>2012-01-12T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:22:46.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;saudades de ti !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999; font-style: italic;"&gt;saudades dos teus &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;olhinhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999; font-style: italic;"&gt; brilhando &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;junto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999; font-style: italic;"&gt; dos meus. Saudades de &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;nossas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999; font-style: italic;"&gt; mãos bem juntinhas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp;sentes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;?&lt;/b&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/8914608841399352320-5947144611953622577?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5947144611953622577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5947144611953622577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/saudades-de-ti-saudades-dos-teus.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-6073002880077112038</id><published>2012-01-11T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:38:49.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há espaço para tudo, há um imenso vazio, olho para meu redor, e vejo aquele&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;que quebrou o espelho, que se perdeu, vejo-o como humano, não como pecador, sigo, caminho e&amp;nbsp;reflicto, choro, choro tudo o que tenho para chorar, então escrevo, tudo o que me vem à cabeça, e quando houver em ti um eco de saudade beija esses versos que escrevi chorando, escrevo, antes que a noite caia nas alturas&amp;nbsp;impossíveis quebrando o silêncio, e aí o melhor esconderijo é a maior escuridão, já não serve de abrigo,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;serve de protecção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8914608841399352320-6073002880077112038?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6073002880077112038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6073002880077112038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-espaco-para-tudo-ha-um-imenso-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-3037615436946273299</id><published>2012-01-05T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:07:48.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1499626265"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1499626266"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; line-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu hoje chorei um oceano inteiro até nele se formar uma tempestade, precisava esvaziar ...&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/8914608841399352320-3037615436946273299?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3037615436946273299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3037615436946273299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-eu-hoje-chorei-um-oceano-inteiro-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-191563710651821366</id><published>2012-01-04T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:58:37.009-08:00</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/__ShKgWnj9_0/TF67NWrbddI/AAAAAAAABeg/VUM3eoa4d90/o%20pai%5B5%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ShKgWnj9_0/TF67NWrbddI/AAAAAAAABeg/VUM3eoa4d90/o%20pai%5B5%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ganhou!&amp;nbsp;Mas eu nunca vou gostar de si !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero ir embora consigo, não vou aguentar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou lutar para ficar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-191563710651821366?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/191563710651821366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/191563710651821366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/ganhou-eu-nunca-vou-gostar-de-si-eu-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ShKgWnj9_0/TF67NWrbddI/AAAAAAAABeg/VUM3eoa4d90/s72-c/o%20pai%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8348545386290232814</id><published>2012-01-01T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:50:29.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resumo ano 2011'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAPLInK3c58/TwDi8iEvxyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0TqTAIme5Vg/s1600/alessandrasagif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAPLInK3c58/TwDi8iEvxyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0TqTAIme5Vg/s1600/alessandrasagif.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gostava de fazer um resumo de 2011, de tudo que correu bem, a tudo que me correu mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava de poder contar desde janeiro até o ultimo dia de dezembro, mas o ano passou tão rápido, que nem sei por onde começar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em primeiro eu gostava de agradecer aqueles que realmente se mantiveram, porque afinal de contas, são poucos os que permanecem mesmo na hora da verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aproveito e também &lt;b&gt;gasto um pouco&lt;/b&gt; das minhas palavras para falar daqueles que me viraram as costas quando eu mais precisava, aqueles que eu pensava que eram realmente meus amigos, mas quando pedi ajuda, eles viraram-me as costas, e agora falam-me como se eu tivesse passado uma borracha por cima, e tivesse esquecido tudo. Vindo com falinhas manças. Isto é só para eles saberem que eu não esqueço facilmente ok? &amp;nbsp;E &lt;b&gt;não se fazerem de&amp;nbsp;ingénuos&lt;/b&gt;, porque de&amp;nbsp;ingénuos&amp;nbsp;não têm nada. Mas pronto ok ok ... é o primeiro dia do ano e tal, e nem me vou dar ao trabalho de me lembrar disso, e como diz o ditado "&lt;b&gt;ano novo, vida nova&lt;/b&gt;" , é tal e qual o que eu vou fazer . Eles não se esqueceram de mim? então eu vou fazer o mesmo! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas chega de falar de deles, é uma perca de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, como estava a dizer, durante este ano, aprendi muita coisa, aprendi que a beleza não é o aspecto mais importante numa pessoa, mas sim o interior dela, aprendi a perdoar, e perdoei a pessoa que mais odiava (mas odiava &lt;b&gt;muito&lt;/b&gt;), porque essa pessoa precisava do apoio de alguém, então eu &lt;b&gt;abdiquei&lt;/b&gt; do meu orgulho, do meu odio, das minhas memórias, e &lt;b&gt;permaneci&lt;/b&gt;, fiquei ali, bem pertinho, tornei-me seu anjo da guarda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi muita coisa, aconteceram coisas que nem vale a pena comentar, outras que vão ficar para a historia, e sim, continuei a minha vida como se a cada dia, esquecesse tudo e começasse do inicio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu errei, errei muito, caí, mas levantei-me, cabeça bem erguida, e caminhei, caminhei sempre em frente e se disser que nunca olhei para trás, estaria a mentir, olhei muitas vezes. Porque certas coisas ninguem esquece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, acho que este texto foi uma forma de descarregar todas as energias negativas que permaneceram comigo, neste ano que acabou, e começar 2012 leve e sem pesos na&amp;nbsp;consciência&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um bom ano para todos ! Beijinho grande !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-8348545386290232814?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8348545386290232814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8348545386290232814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2012/01/gostava-de-fazer-um-resumo-de-2011-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAPLInK3c58/TwDi8iEvxyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/0TqTAIme5Vg/s72-c/alessandrasagif.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7304032673943286005</id><published>2011-12-28T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:50:58.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvznauLlux1r4vgzfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvznauLlux1r4vgzfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não &lt;b&gt;gaste&lt;/b&gt; tanto amor numa pessoa que o&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;só sabe&lt;b&gt; desperdiçá-lo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-7304032673943286005?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7304032673943286005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7304032673943286005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-gaste-tanto-amor-numa-pessoa-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8406395056189906050</id><published>2011-12-23T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:12:02.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1vwu2QWw1qmokgzo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="97" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1vwu2QWw1qmokgzo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1vwu2QWw1qmokgzo2_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="86" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1vwu2QWw1qmokgzo2_400.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-8406395056189906050?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8406395056189906050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8406395056189906050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7522496568657848619</id><published>2011-12-22T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:53:04.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liw2ufAZ9F1qdxjoso1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liw2ufAZ9F1qdxjoso1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes posso ter duvidado, posso ter posto de parte este sentimento mas é&amp;nbsp;impossível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;impossível&amp;nbsp;dizer não a uma coisa que cresce dentro de mim a cada dia que passa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-7522496568657848619?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7522496568657848619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7522496568657848619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7985468594555293019</id><published>2011-12-21T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:16:49.162-08:00</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/-ykCZ2wOKNj0/TvJ1fsY3VoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zMQZhY4WJT0/s1600/alessandragif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykCZ2wOKNj0/TvJ1fsY3VoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zMQZhY4WJT0/s1600/alessandragif.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sou como sou,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;mudo por tua causa !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Importas-te com defeitos? Quem te dera ter metade dos meus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ao comparar com os teus, os meus são uma&amp;nbsp;bênção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-7985468594555293019?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7985468594555293019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7985468594555293019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/sou-como-sou-por-tua-causa-importas-te.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykCZ2wOKNj0/TvJ1fsY3VoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zMQZhY4WJT0/s72-c/alessandragif.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-3634568662381607576</id><published>2011-12-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:08:00.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desafiojovemdecaieiras.org.br/images/droga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://www.desafiojovemdecaieiras.org.br/images/droga.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Iludes-te nessas fantasias, e deixas que isso te desvie do teu caminho, e depois afundas-te nas magoas e nas tuas proprias escolhas, que até agora so foram as erradas. levam-te direitinho para o fundo do buraco, buraco esse que nem sabes se há fim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minha boa vontade começa a esgotar-se, por causa da ignorancia que demonstras para com a minha ajuda, eu disponibilizo-me para ti, vou-te buscar a onde tu estiveres.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mal, sem forças, sem consciencia, &amp;nbsp;maioria das vezes é assim que te encontro, nao pareces a pessoa que conheci.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho cara de anjinho? Cara até posso ter, mas não sou teu anjo da guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Já reparas-te que onde quer que tu estejas, seja em que sitio de braga, eu tenho sempre de arranjar um carro para te ir buscar, corro riscos&amp;nbsp;sabias? RISCOS! porra!&lt;br /&gt;Continua a brincar com isso, continua, é que daqui a pouco quem vira brinquedo és tu.&lt;br /&gt;E agora para toda a gente que tenha lido isto, drogas? é uma merda.&lt;br /&gt;Não consumo e já estou farta delas -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/o5OYU1S3YKo?rel=0" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;(se quer ouvir a musica acima adiciona,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;terá de pôr pausa na musica inicial na coluna lateral direita,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;obrigado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-3634568662381607576?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3634568662381607576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3634568662381607576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/iludes-te-nessas-fantasias-e-deixas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-4614056242484539290</id><published>2011-12-19T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:25:47.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lweo1yDa2Y1qlck1ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lweo1yDa2Y1qlck1ko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há muita piranha por aí se achando sereia.&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/8914608841399352320-4614056242484539290?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4614056242484539290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4614056242484539290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-muita-piranha-por-ai-se-achando.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7114550541159871630</id><published>2011-12-18T14:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:49:26.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ld5mD1xi3U/Tu5t6TDfNgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/V927VENaWmM/s1600/o+que+eu+sinto+por+ti+nao+%25C3%25A9+nenhum+capricho%252C+nenhuma+aventura%252C+%25C3%25A9+como+se+tivesses+aqui%252C+bem+pertinho+de+mimoriginal.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ld5mD1xi3U/Tu5t6TDfNgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/V927VENaWmM/s1600/o+que+eu+sinto+por+ti+nao+%25C3%25A9+nenhum+capricho%252C+nenhuma+aventura%252C+%25C3%25A9+como+se+tivesses+aqui%252C+bem+pertinho+de+mimoriginal.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-7114550541159871630?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7114550541159871630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7114550541159871630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_4973.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ld5mD1xi3U/Tu5t6TDfNgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/V927VENaWmM/s72-c/o+que+eu+sinto+por+ti+nao+%25C3%25A9+nenhum+capricho%252C+nenhuma+aventura%252C+%25C3%25A9+como+se+tivesses+aqui%252C+bem+pertinho+de+mimoriginal.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-389754830689565185</id><published>2011-12-17T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:38:51.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t ?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMHI78vR6Ik/Tu0Zp8e6GII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PhLEG-DE9-w/s1600/tumblr_lkkwhgpu711qg429go1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMHI78vR6Ik/Tu0Zp8e6GII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PhLEG-DE9-w/s1600/tumblr_lkkwhgpu711qg429go1_500.gif" /&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="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe quando você conta uma coisa a alguém que já devia ter contado há muito tempo, olha para o ecrã e a resposta dessa pessoa é totalmente diferente há qual você estava há espera e fica feliz, mas nesse momento deseja muito voltar atrás no tempo e não sabe como? Pois é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quem eu amava; amava-me, e eu nem sabia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É tarde de mais, o tempo passou ...&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/8914608841399352320-389754830689565185?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/389754830689565185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/389754830689565185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabe-quando-voce-conta-uma-coisa-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JMHI78vR6Ik/Tu0Zp8e6GII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PhLEG-DE9-w/s72-c/tumblr_lkkwhgpu711qg429go1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-746451794340197776</id><published>2011-12-16T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:40:02.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpkjrM8bo8I/Tuu5Rlp5EiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2spvZhEwOGA/s1600/tumblr_lu74n77IuX1ql5lj8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpkjrM8bo8I/Tuu5Rlp5EiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2spvZhEwOGA/s400/tumblr_lu74n77IuX1ql5lj8o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Eu queria te poder dizer na altura, mas você nem se importava comigo, então os ciumes, começaram a aparecer aos poucos, &lt;b&gt;porque alguém me tinha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;substituído&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;, e já nem lembrava de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Poucas as vezes que você me respondia as mensagens, e &lt;b&gt;meus olhos moravam no ecrã&lt;/b&gt;, sempre há espera de sua resposta, mas &lt;b&gt;nunca chegava.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Como você se esqueceu de mim , &lt;b&gt;eu segui minha vida&lt;/b&gt; e também esqueci de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Eu te quis muito, &lt;b&gt;mas tinha medo&lt;/b&gt;, meu amigo &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-746451794340197776?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/746451794340197776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/746451794340197776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-queria-te-poder-dizer-na-altura-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpkjrM8bo8I/Tuu5Rlp5EiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2spvZhEwOGA/s72-c/tumblr_lu74n77IuX1ql5lj8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8836506188556875486</id><published>2011-12-15T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:02:34.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSfSgczs0E/TupgUx3P_WI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fyTbet2qA0E/s1600/quando+estiver+perto+de+chorar+lembre-se.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSfSgczs0E/TupgUx3P_WI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fyTbet2qA0E/s1600/quando+estiver+perto+de+chorar+lembre-se.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-8836506188556875486?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8836506188556875486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8836506188556875486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSfSgczs0E/TupgUx3P_WI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fyTbet2qA0E/s72-c/quando+estiver+perto+de+chorar+lembre-se.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8797872441576648325</id><published>2011-12-14T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:30:41.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b class="qqmarks" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 80px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 80px; opacity: 0.2; text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A partir do momento em que tenho que pedir para uma pessoa “por favor” ficar comigo, “por favor” não ir embora ou “por favor” não me deixar, já deveria perceber que se ela queria mesmo ficar não deixaria essas palavras saírem da minha boca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quem quer ficar, fica."&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/8914608841399352320-8797872441576648325?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8797872441576648325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8797872441576648325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/partir-do-momento-em-que-tenho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-3097247188217743883</id><published>2011-12-13T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:30:05.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvmyz0etJy1qd5wxyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvmyz0etJy1qd5wxyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(mau dia)&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/8914608841399352320-3097247188217743883?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3097247188217743883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3097247188217743883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-4485425609262822170</id><published>2011-12-12T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:00:49.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0qbq3Cec1qku9kho1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0qbq3Cec1qku9kho1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não preciso de nada para me lembrar de você, pois você permanece no meu pensamento o dia inteiro, noite por noite.&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não preciso que&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;me pergunte se eu penso em você, pois nesse momento eu penso mesmo.&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não preciso de fotos, pois nossos momentos foram gravados em mim e nunca serão apagados.&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo, e não preciso de dar explicações para ninguém, só eu sei, só você sabe,&amp;nbsp;&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;nós dois ...&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/8914608841399352320-4485425609262822170?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4485425609262822170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4485425609262822170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-nao-preciso-de-nada-para-me-lembrar.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7911894142374329194</id><published>2011-12-11T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:08:50.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje já disse que te amo? eu amo-te'/><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/--wXeIbnkFnE/Tueien8SyoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FxwiObQXjuc/s1600/aless.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wXeIbnkFnE/Tueien8SyoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FxwiObQXjuc/s1600/aless.gif" /&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandra, menina simples, menina meiga, aspecto normal, vida normal, engraçada, destemida, mas fora do normal, aprende com as falhas, é forte, ela perdoa, ela ajuda quem não merece, não liga a boatos, segue o seu destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela comete erros como todas as pessoas, segue caminhos errados, recomeça de novo, ouve coisas desnecessárias, fala palavrões, ri-se do&amp;nbsp;óbvio, acredita no&amp;nbsp;impossível, comete loucuras, ela dança, canta e desafina, come exageradamente, reclama, desilude-se e pouco se orgulha, ela amua e faz palhaçadas, chora ao ver filmes&amp;nbsp;românticos, ela faz tudo por ele, pára no tempo com ele, chora por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandra é &amp;nbsp;"a" Alessandra, é aquela que o ama sem limites (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(texto da minha autoria)&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/8914608841399352320-7911894142374329194?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7911894142374329194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7911894142374329194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/alessandra-menina-simples-menina-meiga.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wXeIbnkFnE/Tueien8SyoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FxwiObQXjuc/s72-c/aless.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-4591532991478393049</id><published>2011-12-10T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:09:10.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.tumblr.com/rv34x9s/fyBlsjwuv/anime_de_amor_pro_tumblr.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.tumblr.com/rv34x9s/fyBlsjwuv/anime_de_amor_pro_tumblr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é um malandro, ele não é bom mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é um perdedor, ele é um vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele mente, ele blefa, ele é instável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é um idiota que me domina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é um vilão seguindo as leis do diabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é um assassino só por diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esse homem é um ladrão, ele é imprevisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele não tem consciência, ele não tem nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que me disseram que eu deveria ficar longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E ele até me disse que era só um cão perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um rebelde com um coração estragado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E eu sei que isso não é bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, mamãe, eu estou apaixonada por um criminoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E esse é o tipo de amor que não é racional, é físico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mamãe, por favor não chore, eu ficarei bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deixando a razão de lado, eu não posso negar, eu amo esse cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(amo muito esse garoto, mas ele é cego, não vê :s )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-4591532991478393049?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4591532991478393049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4591532991478393049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-e-um-malandro-ele-nao-e-bom-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5006604394525590825</id><published>2011-12-09T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:35:04.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltdj0ifw0u1qe0ijfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltdj0ifw0u1qe0ijfo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Não adianta esperar o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"&gt;príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, se é o&lt;b&gt; sapo&lt;/b&gt; que te faz feliz.&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/8914608841399352320-5006604394525590825?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5006604394525590825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5006604394525590825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-557552850509354994</id><published>2011-12-07T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:54:39.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqyynNdUN1qijd3mo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqyynNdUN1qijd3mo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uma mulher enraivecida está sempre cheia de veneno. Se não encontrar onde derramar, irá derramar dentro de si mesma.&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/8914608841399352320-557552850509354994?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/557552850509354994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/557552850509354994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-mulher-enraivecida-esta-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-528302281726846228</id><published>2011-12-02T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:26:48.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="258" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/385528_212994745440981_100001913716459_533618_784322786_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-528302281726846228?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/528302281726846228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/528302281726846228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5120926648005504436</id><published>2011-12-01T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:59:15.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WR3oxilAyc/TtgGr-A434I/AAAAAAAAAYs/USJDP1opkf8/s1600/tumblr_lngtqw5HAQ1qjcbiwo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WR3oxilAyc/TtgGr-A434I/AAAAAAAAAYs/USJDP1opkf8/s1600/tumblr_lngtqw5HAQ1qjcbiwo1_500.gif" /&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;ul style="background-color: #f1f1f1; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li class="person" style="list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu ODEIO ter ciúmes teus !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-5120926648005504436?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5120926648005504436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5120926648005504436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-odeio-ter-ciumes-teus.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WR3oxilAyc/TtgGr-A434I/AAAAAAAAAYs/USJDP1opkf8/s72-c/tumblr_lngtqw5HAQ1qjcbiwo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2358574327929213682</id><published>2011-11-29T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:31:11.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--870-5Yug7E/TisvO9YaNXI/AAAAAAAAEuk/N4Fkw_4lOvs/s1600/tumblr_losxztv2L21qe85qgo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--870-5Yug7E/TisvO9YaNXI/AAAAAAAAEuk/N4Fkw_4lOvs/s1600/tumblr_losxztv2L21qe85qgo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso de sair daqui ou ficar mais forte, porque o mundo está-se desmoronando lá fora e preciso de forças para segurá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2358574327929213682?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2358574327929213682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2358574327929213682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/preciso-de-sair-daqui-ou-ficar-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--870-5Yug7E/TisvO9YaNXI/AAAAAAAAEuk/N4Fkw_4lOvs/s72-c/tumblr_losxztv2L21qe85qgo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7225861991766716936</id><published>2011-11-27T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:59:20.359-08:00</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/-5lh6MPzoEEg/TtKwnCThgtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wsRrhmzZeHI/s1600/alessgif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lh6MPzoEEg/TtKwnCThgtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wsRrhmzZeHI/s640/alessgif.gif" width="640" /&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="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entendes o que os &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;meus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; olhos te pedem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eles pedem apenas uma coisa, tu e a tua sinceridade.&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/8914608841399352320-7225861991766716936?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7225861991766716936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7225861991766716936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/entendes-o-que-os-meus-olhos-te-pedem.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lh6MPzoEEg/TtKwnCThgtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wsRrhmzZeHI/s72-c/alessgif.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-1417639170790016157</id><published>2011-11-26T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:41:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250156_112670558821145_112670288821172_124438_7248546_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250156_112670558821145_112670288821172_124438_7248546_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cada dia que passa começo a ter certeza de uma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minha paciência cada vez se esgota mais , e haverá um dia em que atirarei tudo mas TUDO mesmo fora, e não vou querer saber de mais nada, nem de ti !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-1417639170790016157?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/1417639170790016157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/1417639170790016157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/cada-dia-que-passa-comeco-ter-certeza.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2764719109457916067</id><published>2011-11-25T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:45:23.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lku28v3Cig1qelgezo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lku28v3Cig1qelgezo1_500.gif" /&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;Nenhum tempo contigo será suficiente, mas começaremos pela eternidade .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2764719109457916067?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2764719109457916067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2764719109457916067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/nenhum-tempo-contigo-sera-suficiente.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-6255794572777804193</id><published>2011-11-24T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:50:28.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnkpmuE9r91qfc51yo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnkpmuE9r91qfc51yo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Fica comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Não me deixe ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porque eu não posso ficar sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Fica comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;E me abrace forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porque eu construí meu mundo ao seu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;E eu não quero saber como é sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Então fica comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Apenas a meu lado, comigo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-6255794572777804193?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6255794572777804193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6255794572777804193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/fica-comigo-nao-me-deixe-ir-porque-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8271721516131149929</id><published>2011-11-23T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:12:01.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>destino do dia : Porto (Museu de Alfandega e Museu Romântico)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ-az0ZY4t8/Ts2J454MoyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0TR85eAeFOc/s1600/SAM_0565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ-az0ZY4t8/Ts2J454MoyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0TR85eAeFOc/s400/SAM_0565.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZI42kSwccQ/Ts2HGXovvuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j-WxBWMxG1A/s1600/SAM_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZI42kSwccQ/Ts2HGXovvuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j-WxBWMxG1A/s400/SAM_0535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto muito muitooooo de ti :s !&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOGmeBbMAk8/Ts2Jiw3M5TI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wQm90n7HrX0/s1600/SAM_0562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOGmeBbMAk8/Ts2Jiw3M5TI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wQm90n7HrX0/s400/SAM_0562.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOquDKN1rbg/Ts2Kpol84_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kGgkNCCpopE/s1600/SAM_0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOquDKN1rbg/Ts2Kpol84_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kGgkNCCpopE/s400/SAM_0570.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lyyy muito bicha maldita ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UAu_JABnmc/Ts2LHLnNlFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TspUxBy_tXU/s1600/SAM_0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UAu_JABnmc/Ts2LHLnNlFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TspUxBy_tXU/s400/SAM_0571.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-IRgNw5_e43E/Ts2MxS7pDmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rX_9BM4iOow/s1600/SAM_0576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRgNw5_e43E/Ts2MxS7pDmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rX_9BM4iOow/s400/SAM_0576.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2tYS8e6HSA/Ts2NWCnx6vI/AAAAAAAAAWs/EYe1UsewsfI/s1600/SAM_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2tYS8e6HSA/Ts2NWCnx6vI/AAAAAAAAAWs/EYe1UsewsfI/s400/SAM_0595.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovK2oy2iEZs/Ts2NlYWKSBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SJ2GYd7gXGI/s1600/SAM_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovK2oy2iEZs/Ts2NlYWKSBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SJ2GYd7gXGI/s400/SAM_0602.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-S4vC10ErzfA/Ts2N3r_qAyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Qhkvf0kKiGA/s1600/SAM_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4vC10ErzfA/Ts2N3r_qAyI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Qhkvf0kKiGA/s400/SAM_0605.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos os melhores apresentadores, sem duvida ;D&lt;/div&gt;foi um dia espectacular apesar do episodio do fim da tarde em que apanhei um tremendo susto :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1238607974"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1238607975"&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/8914608841399352320-8271721516131149929?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8271721516131149929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8271721516131149929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/destino-do-dia-porto-museu-de-alfandega.html' title='destino do dia : Porto (Museu de Alfandega e Museu Romântico)'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ-az0ZY4t8/Ts2J454MoyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0TR85eAeFOc/s72-c/SAM_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2416663382994391913</id><published>2011-11-22T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:58:36.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq1aivwMA01qg076no3_r1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq1aivwMA01qg076no3_r1_250.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi duro recordar o que vivi há pelo menos dois anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tremia por todos os lados, suava, só me queria sentar ou ir para casa e dormir até amanhã de manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Custou ver o que vi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sério que custou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2416663382994391913?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2416663382994391913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2416663382994391913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/foi-duro-recordar-o-que-vivi-ha-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-745579941029513820</id><published>2011-11-21T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:17:44.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestrangeworldofdreams.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/tumblr_gif.gif?w=500&amp;amp;h=255" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thestrangeworldofdreams.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/tumblr_gif.gif?w=500&amp;amp;h=255" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;“Eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gosto do impossível&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;, tenho medo do provável, &lt;b&gt;dou risada do ridículo&lt;/b&gt; e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;choro porque tenho vontade, mas n&lt;b&gt;em sempre tenho motivo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Tenho um &lt;b&gt;sorriso confiante&lt;/b&gt; que às vezes não demonstra o tanto de insegurança por trás dele. Sou inconstante e &lt;b&gt;talvez imprevisível&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não gosto de rotina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;. Eu amo de verdade aqueles pra quem eu digo isso, e &lt;b&gt;me irrito de forma inexplicável &lt;/b&gt;quando não botam fé nas minhas palavras.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Nem sempre coloco em prática aquilo que eu julgo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;. São poucas as pessoas pra quem eu me explico…”&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/8914608841399352320-745579941029513820?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/745579941029513820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/745579941029513820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-gosto-do-impossivel-tenho-medo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8092383933357862138</id><published>2011-11-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:51:42.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lihjh37uwc1qh276no1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lihjh37uwc1qh276no1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e eu suspiro , só de ouvir seu nome ...&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/8914608841399352320-8092383933357862138?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8092383933357862138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8092383933357862138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-eu-suspiro-so-de-ouvir-seu-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8526935085123725031</id><published>2011-11-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:34:14.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='já chega não moça ? -.-'/><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/-bBxUYH8WFWM/Tsax2qvScjI/AAAAAAAAASs/ninm33AiJyU/s1600/tumblr_lncfb6gJyq1qhqhtfo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBxUYH8WFWM/Tsax2qvScjI/AAAAAAAAASs/ninm33AiJyU/s1600/tumblr_lncfb6gJyq1qhqhtfo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada mais, tenho pena , mas é a vida !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-8526935085123725031?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8526935085123725031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8526935085123725031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/nada-mais-tenho-pena-mas-e-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBxUYH8WFWM/Tsax2qvScjI/AAAAAAAAASs/ninm33AiJyU/s72-c/tumblr_lncfb6gJyq1qhqhtfo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5309600953877637609</id><published>2011-11-17T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:32:33.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoje já disse que te amo? eu amo-te'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr43zrXkeA1qhhf74o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr43zrXkeA1qhhf74o1_500.gif" /&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;Fazes parte de mim, dentro de mim, no meu coração, permanece o teu rosto !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ama-me pela pessoa que eu sou)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-5309600953877637609?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5309600953877637609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5309600953877637609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/fazes-parte-de-mim-dentro-de-mim-no-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5161339787323579646</id><published>2011-11-16T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:32:07.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passado mal passado'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4KQCqAboBg/TsPW3bfS73I/AAAAAAAAASk/YxtYsAkQT1Y/s1600/tumblr_lhpvgu4SCe1qh72ano1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4KQCqAboBg/TsPW3bfS73I/AAAAAAAAASk/YxtYsAkQT1Y/s1600/tumblr_lhpvgu4SCe1qh72ano1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Dificil não é lutar por aquilo que se quer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e sim desistir daquilo que se mais ama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu desisti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não pense que foi por não ter coragem de lutar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e sim por não ter mais condições de sofrer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-5161339787323579646?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5161339787323579646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5161339787323579646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/dificil-nao-e-lutar-por-aquilo-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4KQCqAboBg/TsPW3bfS73I/AAAAAAAAASk/YxtYsAkQT1Y/s72-c/tumblr_lhpvgu4SCe1qh72ano1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2506662826215902915</id><published>2011-11-15T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:30:31.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljpwrydoGE1qh7ru2o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljpwrydoGE1qh7ru2o1_500.gif" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antes de julgares uma pessoa, já pensas-te o porquê dela ter tomado essa atitude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2506662826215902915?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2506662826215902915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2506662826215902915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/antes-de-julgares-uma-pessoa-ja-pensas.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-3316163352371760208</id><published>2011-11-14T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:20:47.090-08:00</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/-Rncoe4-McnQ/TsEzJ86KS4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fqBdjAIym4E/s1600/tumblr_lltyygxJE61qdukleo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rncoe4-McnQ/TsEzJ86KS4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fqBdjAIym4E/s1600/tumblr_lltyygxJE61qdukleo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A vida tem os seus momentos, os bons e os maus, aqueles que não esquecemos e aqueles que queremos esquecer, tem altos e baixos, e quando dizem que a vida é feita de quedas, pode ser que aquela queda que nos menos esperamos, que seja a pior, e a mais forte de todas, seja aquela que nos mate, ou a que nos ensine a dar força para fugir dela, para a evitar e continuar a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A vida, é assim, uns vivem outros morrem, outros não sabem o que fazer da vida, e outros aproveitam-na, mas um dia, todos vão embora, e outros regressam de um mundo ainda desconhecido e continuam a nossa espécie, desde o inicio como nós o fizemos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E a saúde? No mundo existe um número indeterminado de doenças, das mais fortes às mais fracas, das que não se vê às que demonstram a sua existência no corpo, das que doem às suaves, das que começam hoje e às que matam amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por vezes as pessoas pensam que por ter determinada doença já não escapam, então, desistem, e entregam-se a ela, deixando-se morrer a cada dia que passa. E a palavra oportunidade? A palavra coragem não existe? São essas palavras, a fonte de força, é nelas que se mergulha profundamente até ao fim, e se chega no topo com a maior força, com vontade de viver e vencê-la, com vontade de continuar a fazer aquilo que ainda não foi feito, aquilo que se chama vida, aquilo que se chama destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp;desistas, luta contra aquilo que tens dentro de ti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-3316163352371760208?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3316163352371760208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3316163352371760208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida-tem-os-seus-momentos-os-bons-e-os.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rncoe4-McnQ/TsEzJ86KS4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fqBdjAIym4E/s72-c/tumblr_lltyygxJE61qdukleo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-3152001221462082632</id><published>2011-11-08T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:47:03.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nmhg7J4_Ek/Trm_CB_SrUI/AAAAAAAAANw/t1UvaMLukjI/s1600/tumblr_lpdkv0WlHw1qbghtxo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nmhg7J4_Ek/Trm_CB_SrUI/AAAAAAAAANw/t1UvaMLukjI/s1600/tumblr_lpdkv0WlHw1qbghtxo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Doença matar, mata , mas durante ela; é grande a coragem e vontade de permanecer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sabes? apesar de tudo, continuo a apoiar-te nesta fase, pois não sou eu que viro costas a quem mais precisa né?! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-3152001221462082632?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3152001221462082632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3152001221462082632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/doenca-nao-mata-doenca-da-forca-e.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nmhg7J4_Ek/Trm_CB_SrUI/AAAAAAAAANw/t1UvaMLukjI/s72-c/tumblr_lpdkv0WlHw1qbghtxo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-187765072381860890</id><published>2011-11-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:57:29.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yX01cOy_O8/TrcQHrkq2rI/AAAAAAAAANU/78-UD2oIWg0/s1600/tumblr_lgx1fqVcP91qedzelo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yX01cOy_O8/TrcQHrkq2rI/AAAAAAAAANU/78-UD2oIWg0/s1600/tumblr_lgx1fqVcP91qedzelo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Ela é uma mulher muito bonita ... é o tipo de mulher que quando passa toda a gente olha e se pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que é que ela tem?! "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-187765072381860890?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/187765072381860890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/187765072381860890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/ela-e-uma-mulher-muito-bonita.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yX01cOy_O8/TrcQHrkq2rI/AAAAAAAAANU/78-UD2oIWg0/s72-c/tumblr_lgx1fqVcP91qedzelo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-7822312349459565130</id><published>2011-11-04T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:21:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hH0U3bSGBw/TrRhVc3c3uI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DJ76evMOFMs/s1600/.111.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hH0U3bSGBw/TrRhVc3c3uI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DJ76evMOFMs/s1600/.111.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabes? eu gostei de ti, gostei muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas&amp;nbsp;não te esqueças que foste tu que partiste sem avisar, sem dar uma justificação&amp;nbsp;possível, foste tu que te foste embora e esqueceste tudo o que tivemos, &amp;nbsp;tudo o que vivemos, como se nunca se tivesse passado nada! Como se eu nunca tivesse existido!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não voltes está bem? Aprendi a viver sem ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi a viver sem a tua presença, e isso é bom, muito bom, é sinal que já não fazes parte de mim, e sinto-me bem! Sinto-me livre, como há muito tempo não me sentia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já disse, e não retiro nenhuma palavra, não há volta a dar, estou bem acompanhada e queres saber? Ele merece melhor do que tu, porque tu?! Fizeste de conta que eu não existia, como se eu não tivesse sentimentos, como se eu não fosse sofrer com esta situação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixaste-me há deriva sabias? Deixaste-me sem rumo. fiquei há &lt;i&gt;"tôa"&lt;/i&gt; sem saber o que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sério nunca vais entender porque com esse feitio, também é impossivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica no teu canto, agora não preciso das tuas palavras, dos teus mimos, das tuas caricias. Só preciso da tua distância ... Preciso de pensar que tu não existes, e isso ultimamente tem sido frequente, muito frequente mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou construindo a minha vida, aos poucos, a cada momento, e tu&amp;nbsp;constróis a tua ... tão simples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito do meu presente, não o estragues por favor !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só mais uma coisa:&lt;/i&gt; nunca me vou esquecer o que me disseste e como me trataste, mas não te esqueças, para mim serás eternamente um &lt;b&gt;caso perdido&lt;/b&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-7822312349459565130?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7822312349459565130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/7822312349459565130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabes-eu-gostei-de-ti-gostei-muito-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hH0U3bSGBw/TrRhVc3c3uI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DJ76evMOFMs/s72-c/.111.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-3148605957960126030</id><published>2011-11-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:04:04.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZH0O_r8_sc/TrMPXdemejI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w-yaYgVT-9g/s1600/tumblr_lswxkdsdjb1qim7jao1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZH0O_r8_sc/TrMPXdemejI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w-yaYgVT-9g/s1600/tumblr_lswxkdsdjb1qim7jao1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADMITO ! é&amp;nbsp;impossível&amp;nbsp;parar de pensar em ti !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-3148605957960126030?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3148605957960126030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/3148605957960126030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/11/admito-e-de-pensar-em-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZH0O_r8_sc/TrMPXdemejI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w-yaYgVT-9g/s72-c/tumblr_lswxkdsdjb1qim7jao1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-8133085679057711542</id><published>2011-10-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:49:25.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgzamhlSsj1qdroz4o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgzamhlSsj1qdroz4o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"as vezes&amp;nbsp;construímos&amp;nbsp;sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas ...&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o tempo passa ...&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-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e descobrimos que grandes eram os sonhos e as pessoas pequenas demais para torna-los reais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque é que nunca compreendeste o que realmente o meu coração queria?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-8133085679057711542?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8133085679057711542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/8133085679057711542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-vezes-construimos-sonhos-em-cima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-6934544863166878507</id><published>2011-10-27T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:57:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP--hfLwjgs/TqnTp0YMreI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ar60BLdz_rE/s1600/tumblr_lo59vm0HiM1qju5kuo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP--hfLwjgs/TqnTp0YMreI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ar60BLdz_rE/s640/tumblr_lo59vm0HiM1qju5kuo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo tem limites, percebes isso ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-6934544863166878507?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6934544863166878507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6934544863166878507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-tem-limites-percebes-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP--hfLwjgs/TqnTp0YMreI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ar60BLdz_rE/s72-c/tumblr_lo59vm0HiM1qju5kuo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-6903383981089316951</id><published>2011-10-26T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:18:22.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlQKkxjZIrE/TqiE1grq2KI/AAAAAAAAALs/In_nCxN7P0M/s1600/tumblr_lmdtv4kgOk1qju118o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlQKkxjZIrE/TqiE1grq2KI/AAAAAAAAALs/In_nCxN7P0M/s640/tumblr_lmdtv4kgOk1qju118o1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que ame,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;não significa que esse alguém não o ama com tudo que pode ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(w.s.)&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/8914608841399352320-6903383981089316951?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6903383981089316951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/6903383981089316951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/descobre-que-so-porque-alguem-nao-o-ama_26.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlQKkxjZIrE/TqiE1grq2KI/AAAAAAAAALs/In_nCxN7P0M/s72-c/tumblr_lmdtv4kgOk1qju118o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2480463080510018846</id><published>2011-10-24T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:15:21.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(L)'/><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/-zBwGsdSbwag/TqXVNPkpJGI/AAAAAAAAALk/1EPwb-uVNyM/s1600/tumblr_ljryhme5GA1qenw7jo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBwGsdSbwag/TqXVNPkpJGI/AAAAAAAAALk/1EPwb-uVNyM/s640/tumblr_ljryhme5GA1qenw7jo1_500.gif" width="640" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso de ti. Perto, longe, tanto faz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2480463080510018846?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2480463080510018846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2480463080510018846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/preciso-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBwGsdSbwag/TqXVNPkpJGI/AAAAAAAAALk/1EPwb-uVNyM/s72-c/tumblr_ljryhme5GA1qenw7jo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-1491814094607750516</id><published>2011-10-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:18:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7OxdzwjenM/TqNTMw8dKfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pqnv-zPuJo4/s1600/1...gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7OxdzwjenM/TqNTMw8dKfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pqnv-zPuJo4/s640/1...gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço a Deus tu teres acabado comigo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço tudo o que não fizemos e como lamento tudo o que fiz por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço teres ido embora, como agradeço tudo o que me tens dito, tudo o que disseste! isso só me faz crescer mais e acordar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço ter-te dito "NÃO!" e como lamento ter pensado que ja nao conseguia viver mais sem ti ... se afinal estou melhor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço estar sem ti, sem nenhuma recordação tua! como lamento tanto o mar de lagrimas que derramei &amp;nbsp;sobre o meu rosto por tua causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço ter encontrado alguém melhor do que tu! alguem que nao me desiluda como tu desiludis-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lamento que sejas um otário, mas devo-te um sincero OBRIGADO por me teres aberto os olhos, por ter aprendido mais uma das lições que vão ocorrendo ao longo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço que vivas longe de mim para nao poder olhar mais para ti, como lamento que não possas ter uma pessoa como eu do teu lado, diverte-te com pessoas interesseiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como lamento os momentos em que estive triste, quando os meus amigos me tentavam animar e não conseguia porque sem ti nao fazia sentido rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como agradeço ter coragem de escrever isto e como lamento ter disso BURRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-1491814094607750516?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/1491814094607750516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/1491814094607750516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/como-agradeco-deus-tu-teres-acabado_22.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7OxdzwjenM/TqNTMw8dKfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pqnv-zPuJo4/s72-c/1...gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-4056847925578643626</id><published>2011-10-18T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:56:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNLG2QsUTwA/TqNXljpLSjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xj6XzPlSaSQ/s1600/0.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNLG2QsUTwA/TqNXljpLSjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xj6XzPlSaSQ/s400/0.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;eu sou assim, gosto de liberdade, gosto de olhar para o céu e sentir que nada me prende a um sitio, sou livre de ir para onde bem quiser, ninguem manda em mim, faço o que me vier a cabeça, sendo elas boas ou más, mesmo sabendo que a queda pode ser grande, gosto de correr, cansar, suar, gosto de me sentir exausta, deitar no sofá e adormecer, gosto que me ouçam, gosto de cantar e irritar os ouvidos dos outros, gosto de rir sem motivo xD, gosto de um banho logo de manhã cedo, gosto de odiar, e odeio tanto alguem que nem essa pessoa tem a minima noção; gosto de tripar com a minha companheira do lado e vê-la a fazer desenhos com corações todos estrambolicos, e bonequinhos com caras estranhas, gosto dos cachorros do quiosque e tambem gosto muito da comida da casa da pipa ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mas gosto de tanta coisa? e o que nao gosto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;nao gosto de grelos, nao gosto de ver as pessoas a roer as unhas apesar de eu ja ter roido, nao gosto da frase "nesta altura do campeonato" e nem sei porquê mas simplesmente irrita-me, nao gosto de ir a pé para casa, nao gosto dos meus vizinhos, nao gosto quando espero para passar na passadeira e os carros nunca param, nao gosto de andar na terra, nao gosto de insectos grandes, nao gosto de muita coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mas sim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUERO DANÇAR, CANTAR, SORRIR, BEBER, QUERO MÚSICA, MUITA MUITA MÚUUUSICA !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;es tu que me vais impedir de ser assim? ... bem me parecia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;hasta la vista .|.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-4056847925578643626?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4056847925578643626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4056847925578643626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-sou-assim-gosto-de-liberdade-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNLG2QsUTwA/TqNXljpLSjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xj6XzPlSaSQ/s72-c/0.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-4932634678327403768</id><published>2011-10-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:38:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 de Outubro de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjjOqCnrxac/TpyXT5QyDsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gAxIbcHcbws/s1600/aaaa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjjOqCnrxac/TpyXT5QyDsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gAxIbcHcbws/s640/aaaa.gif" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Você diz que ama a chuva, mas você abre seu guarda-chuva quando chove.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você diz que ama o sol, mas você procura um ponto de sombra quando o sol brilha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você diz que ama o vento, mas você fecha as janelas quando o vento sopra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É por isso que eu tenho medo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você também diz que me ama"&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/8914608841399352320-4932634678327403768?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4932634678327403768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/4932634678327403768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/12.html' title='17 de Outubro de 2011'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjjOqCnrxac/TpyXT5QyDsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gAxIbcHcbws/s72-c/aaaa.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-2842707061709186874</id><published>2011-10-05T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:12:11.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>estejas onde estiveres meu amigo, nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IddBIIyZVUg/TqNYl6aPo_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/EBgWZ225dSw/s1600/01.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IddBIIyZVUg/TqNYl6aPo_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/EBgWZ225dSw/s320/01.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;sabes que o que passei contigo, foi do mais perfeito, deste-me tudo o que me podias ter dado, mostras-te algo em mim que eu nunca tinha visto, foi a maneira como me transformavas, como me possuías. foi 1 ano, nelson, 1 ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;foi um ano que nunca vai ser esquecido; apesar das tristezas e das desilusões que me deste, apenas me vêm a cabeça os bons momentos, para quê os maus? já passou, ACABOU, chega de arrependimento, quem nunca na vida cometeu erros? quem nunca deu um passo em falso e arrependeu-se? tanta e tanta gente, tira esse peso da consciência, tira ! nao vale a pena continuares assim, sê feliz, é tudo que te desejo. sabes como sou, conheces-me melhor do que qualquer pessoa no mundo, eu nunca fiquei com raiva de ti, apesar de tudo, nunca te desejei mal, nem a ti nem a ninguém, nunca! mereces o melhor, porque tu? fizeste asneira e arrependeste-te, no qual muita gente nem se limita a pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Estás desculpadoo ! mete isso na tua cabeça! eu já ultrapassei, já te desculpei, porque nao fazes o mesmo? deita tudo para trás, aprende a perdoar-te, aprende que ninguem é perfeito !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;já sabes que vou estar sempre aqui para ti, sempre para te apoiar em tudo como sempre estiveste aqui para mim, para me amparar, para me segurar, agora é a minha vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;porque estás assim? mudas-te de cidade, mas não mudas-te de país, um dia apanho o comboio e apareço aí ;) sabes que quando nao tiveres mais ninguém, nao te esqueças que posso estar longe, mas estou bem perto de ti, estou dentro de ti, estamos juntos amigo, juntos eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;e nao te esqueças:&amp;nbsp; recomeça a tua vida, constrói novas amizades, nova namorada ;) , sorri, salta, canta, nao faltes as aulas, tira a carta de condução, pega no carro do teu pai e vem-me visitar um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;amo-te muito amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-2842707061709186874?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2842707061709186874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/2842707061709186874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/nelson-sabes-que-o-que-passei-contigo.html' title='estejas onde estiveres meu amigo, nelson'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IddBIIyZVUg/TqNYl6aPo_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/EBgWZ225dSw/s72-c/01.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5710984863386276050</id><published>2011-10-04T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:03:02.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isto é sério</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=eh8BjLOfYyc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y8FdgfFqhk/TqNZlQ8T47I/AAAAAAAAALE/nLYOt2gHgg4/s1600/tumblr_lnvp2oJCO31qju5kuo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y8FdgfFqhk/TqNZlQ8T47I/AAAAAAAAALE/nLYOt2gHgg4/s640/tumblr_lnvp2oJCO31qju5kuo1_500.gif" width="640" /&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="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;o que sou eu ? estou há tanto tempo sem respostas, sem conclusões, quero saber, quero entender a nossa história!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;por mais forte que seja, tu mexes demais comigo! mexes demais com os meus sentimentos! mexes demais na minha vida!&amp;nbsp; mexes demais em TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO PERCEBES QUE ESTOU A COMEÇAR A AMAR-TE?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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/8914608841399352320-5710984863386276050?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5710984863386276050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5710984863386276050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-sou-eu-estou-ha-tanto-tempo-sem.html' title='isto é sério'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y8FdgfFqhk/TqNZlQ8T47I/AAAAAAAAALE/nLYOt2gHgg4/s72-c/tumblr_lnvp2oJCO31qju5kuo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-5947041079613006611</id><published>2011-09-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:12:01.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T e AM'/><title type='text'>muito feliz !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHNTQDErUH0/TqNa0jKMOUI/AAAAAAAAALM/liX1nwp3x_0/s1600/111111.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHNTQDErUH0/TqNa0jKMOUI/AAAAAAAAALM/liX1nwp3x_0/s1600/111111.gif" /&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="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;sinto-me muito bem (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;digam o que disserem, meu dia continuará maravilhoso !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-5947041079613006611?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5947041079613006611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/5947041079613006611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/sinto-me-muito-bem-digam-o-que-disserem.html' title='muito feliz !'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHNTQDErUH0/TqNa0jKMOUI/AAAAAAAAALM/liX1nwp3x_0/s72-c/111111.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914608841399352320.post-958145520889438259</id><published>2011-09-21T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:00:08.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>velha amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyD38SQIuFQ/TqNbdj-0wxI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q2UeEPTsr7o/s1600/amiga.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyD38SQIuFQ/TqNbdj-0wxI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q2UeEPTsr7o/s640/amiga.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foste das melhores pessoas que conheci; foste das poucas pessoas que me fez rir tanto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aconselhaste-me, ouviste-me, apoiaste-me sempre em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei que por vezes nunca estive lá para retribuir tudo o que fizeste por mim, por vezes estava na minha sem me importar com nada, estava com os meus pensamentos, com as minhas músicas, com tudo o que me atormentava e tudo o que me fazia rir e não ligava para o resto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitas vezes virei as costas a única pessoa que nunca me tinha virado, ignorei conselhos certos, passei despercebida, e minutos, segundos depois desejava voltar atrás… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fui estúpida, otária, parva, e não! Não tenho vergonha de dizer o que fui, porque afinal de contas para que serve isso agora? Para que serve tanto arrependimento se o mal já está feito? Para quê afinal? Se ainda fosse possível regressar a tempos passados e corrigir cada pormenor, cada palavra dita, cada acontecimento, não vale a pena, não vale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas sempre fiz tudo para ajudar, e tu sabes bem, mas também sabes que a culpa disto tudo não foi só minha. Mas pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tivemos as nossas “zangas”, as nossas discussões que duravam dias, mas também tivemos momentos muito bons e que nunca vou esquecer, porque afinal de contas, tirando todos os maus momentos, foste/és uma das pessoas mais importantes para mim, e nunca ninguém vai ocupar o lugar que tu ocupas/ocupavas. Para quê tanta coisa? Ahm? Sabes bem que vais ser sempre a minha ÚNICA CARALHO, para quê tantos ciúmes? Não percebo, sempre te dei motivos para não pensares isso mas bates/batias sempre no pobre do ceguinho. E estejas onde estiveres, ai de ti que penses nisso porque senão tens de correr, estas avisada !! amo-te mt s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914608841399352320-958145520889438259?l=alessandrasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/958145520889438259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914608841399352320/posts/default/958145520889438259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessandrasa.blogspot.com/2011/09/12.html' title='velha amizade'/><author><name>alessandra sá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032415757233516651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dR7YWWQd9U/Tx9B5JduzXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/BDzKomIMlC0/s220/aless.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyD38SQIuFQ/TqNbdj-0wxI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q2UeEPTsr7o/s72-c/amiga.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
