<?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-8784126252515142263</id><updated>2012-02-02T06:58:02.236-02:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wait</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-3578526380467822216</id><published>2011-12-27T11:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:30:09.348-02:00</updated><title type='text'>here's the truth about the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu ando desacreditada do amor, eu não sei mais se “grandes amores” são para mim. Percebi que prefiro conversas descontraídas no carro, brincadeiras pessoais e sorrisos sinceros à juras de amor e promessas de “para sempre”, pois são exatamente essas que nos magoam mais. São essas as ações que nos fazem nos sentir mais enganadas, traídas e decepcionadas. Ao sentir e dizer a fatídica palavra “amor”, as pessoas se sentem numa obrigação de fazer tudo certo na hora errada, o que nos amarra a uma perfeição forçada, que só nos leva à tão temida desilusão. Criamos versões irreais daquela pessoa tão querida e exigimos tanto dela que não temos nem como nos proteger do grande desapontamento que está por vir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-3578526380467822216?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/3578526380467822216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=3578526380467822216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/3578526380467822216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/3578526380467822216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2011/12/heres-truth-about-truth.html' title='here&apos;s the truth about the truth.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6005014780764152431</id><published>2011-10-10T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:57:22.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just as far in as you'll ever be out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E mesmo não querendo, mesmo colocando na minha cabeça que iria deixar para lá, eu sempre vou até você. Seu cheiro fica entre meus dedos, talvez como penitência, não me deixando te esquecer, sempre um lembrete de que não importa o quanto eu tente fugir, você sempre estará em mim.&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/8784126252515142263-6005014780764152431?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6005014780764152431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6005014780764152431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6005014780764152431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6005014780764152431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2011/10/youre-just-as-far-in-as-youll-ever-be.html' title='You&apos;re just as far in as you&apos;ll ever be out.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-4101285605502031395</id><published>2011-07-04T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:40:04.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>two years later and you're still on my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me olhe como se eu não fosse suportar, como se eu fosse quebrar a qualquer palavra que você proferir. Você está enganado. Eu já passei por coisas que me fizeram pensar que nunca mais fosse sorrir novamente, que não conseguiria mais olhar pra frente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas aqui estou eu, pronta para que você venha e me quebre o coração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-4101285605502031395?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/4101285605502031395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=4101285605502031395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4101285605502031395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4101285605502031395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-years-later-and-youre-still-on-my.html' title='two years later and you&apos;re still on my mind.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-7467166952999601797</id><published>2010-11-17T17:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:06:51.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>8x08</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We're always thinking that someday we'll be happy. You know, we'll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that'll fix everything. But happiness is a mood, it's a condition, not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry. It's not permanent. It comes and goes, and that's okay. And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often. So it's okay to be a little miserable every now and then even when you have great things in your life. Happiness is a mood, not a destination."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian Baker, One Tree Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-7467166952999601797?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/7467166952999601797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=7467166952999601797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7467166952999601797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7467166952999601797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/11/8x08.html' title='8x08'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5936577947669622741</id><published>2010-11-11T16:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:08:28.228-02:00</updated><title type='text'>these things I'll never say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ninguém pode mudar uma pessoa. Mas alguém pode ser a razão para uma pessoa mudar.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu concordo, existem pessoas que te fazem querer mudar, e no meu caso, uma delas foi você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sempre me senti inferior aos outros, mas você me fez olhar para mim mesma. Quando eu te conheci, eu era uma criança perdida sem rumo que só sabia lamentar pelas oportunidades perdidas, hoje eu consigo me considerar uma mulher que sabe o que quer e vai atrás dos seus objetivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E isso tudo graças a você, com todo seu jeitinho especial de ser, pelas inúmeras conversas que tivemos em que você tinha toda a paciência do mundo em me escutar, tentando me fazer abrir os olhos para o mundo, usando sempre aquele sorriso maravilhoso para me acalmar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso não é uma carta de amor ou uma declaração, é um agradecimento por ser quem você é. Você não deveria se espantar por todos te adorarem, gostar de você é fácil, quase automático.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada por tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5936577947669622741?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5936577947669622741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5936577947669622741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5936577947669622741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5936577947669622741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-things-ill-never-say.html' title='these things I&apos;ll never say.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-9051396681598047403</id><published>2010-10-22T16:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:41:44.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes next.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Eu passei minha vida inteira correndo atrás da felicidade. Não vou dizer que nunca alcancei, mas sempre foi tão passageira que às vezes penso ser melhor nem tê-la sentido. Mas esse sentimento que alcancei se provou não ser felicidade, e sim satisfação em ter o que queria. Ser feliz é, na verdade, viver. Viver ao lado dos seus amigos, saindo e&amp;nbsp;se divertindo&amp;nbsp;com eles, aproveitando ao máximo sua presença. Viver sendo quem você realmente é, fazendo o que quer, quando quer, sem ter medo de desagradar os outros. Viver, enfim.&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/8784126252515142263-9051396681598047403?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/9051396681598047403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=9051396681598047403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/9051396681598047403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/9051396681598047403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-comes-next_22.html' title='what comes next.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8820440206611779389</id><published>2010-07-13T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:34:27.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody, nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>quando você me olha, eu sinto como se não existisse mais nada ao nosso redor; quando você me abraça, o mundo inteiro para de fazer sentido; quando você sorri pra mim, eu sinto essa vontade inexplicável de não sair mais do seu lado; quando você me beija, eu automaticamente perco o fôlego;&amp;nbsp;mesmo quando não te encontro, eu sinto o seu cheiro o dia todo e tudo que eu quero é estar de novo deitada ao seu lado enquanto você mapeava cada centímetro meu, me fazendo arrepiar com cada toque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8820440206611779389?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8820440206611779389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8820440206611779389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8820440206611779389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8820440206611779389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/07/nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='nobody, nobody but you.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-2415720182658064481</id><published>2010-06-30T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:12:34.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, and I'm on my way to believing.</title><content type='html'>eu admito, você foi parte de mim. você me fez crescer, olhar para mim mesma e ser quem eu queria ser. mas agora, &lt;em&gt;agora que já passei por&amp;nbsp;dúvidas, angústias e decepções&lt;/em&gt;, talvez seja hora de finalmente sorrir e ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e acredite, eu estou feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-2415720182658064481?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/2415720182658064481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=2415720182658064481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2415720182658064481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2415720182658064481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-and-im-on-my-way-to-believing.html' title='oh, and I&apos;m on my way to believing.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6892861695201485387</id><published>2010-05-11T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:38:16.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe I'm better without you.</title><content type='html'>não é tão difícil assim respirar, se pararmos pra pensar. ter controle de si mesmo parece ser complicado, mas tendo força de vontade e noção de que tudo depende daquele único momento que você precisa se segurar para não seguir outros passos ou falar demais, é possível; é só se concentrar, se esforçar e querer. eu me senti livre depois de te dizer tudo que eu pensava, foi ótimo tirar de cima de mim a culpa que você colocou. e é bem melhor assim. menos discussões, menos decepções, menos problemas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-6892861695201485387?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6892861695201485387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6892861695201485387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6892861695201485387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6892861695201485387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-im-better-without-you.html' title='maybe I&apos;m better without you.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-3827970690558185830</id><published>2010-04-22T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:37:53.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blame it on the changes.</title><content type='html'>eu tenho essa mania de tentar guiar tudo. gosto de lembrar as pessoas de seus afazeres, de remédios a tomar, de qual direção seguir. essa minha inquietude e excesso de proteção já me meteu em diversas enroscadas e também me levou a oportunidades que eu jamais pensei que teria. isso me leva a pensar, as pessoas que estão na minha vida hoje estão nela porque querem ou porque eu as guiei até aqui? meu pensamento logo me leva à você, de quando me disse que fui eu quem te beijei primeiro e eu até perguntei "então se eu não tivesse beijado, não estaríamos aqui?", você disse que estaríamos sim, você daria o primeiro passo se eu não o tivesse feito antes. mas, iria mesmo? &lt;br /&gt;esses últimos dias me fizeram perceber como você me tem em suas mãos. eu cheguei ao ponto de não conseguir mais ficar sem te ligar, sem saber lidar com sua indiferença. eu percebi que preciso de você. esse não era o combinado, era pra ser uma brincadeira, um passatempo, somente um &lt;em&gt;affair&lt;/em&gt;. eu preciso voltar a respirar sozinha, não posso depender do seu ar para sobreviver. tenho que parar de sempre ir até você, de te seguir com meus olhos, de prestar atenção somente em suas palavras. eu sinceramente não sei se você irá notar ou sentir falta, mas espero que não me culpe por algo que suas próprias atitudes desencadearam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-3827970690558185830?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/3827970690558185830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=3827970690558185830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/3827970690558185830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/3827970690558185830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/04/blame-it-on-changes.html' title='blame it on the changes.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5653859659015063858</id><published>2010-03-01T12:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:17:56.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>24/7</title><content type='html'>o que eu preciso é me embriagar ao ponto de esquecer meu nome (ou o seu nome, ele não deveria estar na ponta da minha língua), esquecer de onde venho, para onde vou e “por quê?”. preciso de você impregnado ao meu redor e em mim, sem saber onde seu cheiro termina e o meu começa. preciso estar em alta velocidade, tendo como única preocupação o quanto posso continuar acelerando. preciso de um banho de chuva que me faça perceber que a beleza e a tristeza não andam necessariamente de mãos dadas. preciso esvaziar minha mente, parar de duvidar, de me questionar, de depender, de esperar, de precisar tanto (de tantas pessoas), pois nem eu mesma consigo mais distinguir o que sou eu e o quanto de mim é você.&lt;br /&gt;eu queria saber parar, poder respirar e conseguir apreciar tudo que&amp;nbsp;é tão passageiro e ao mesmo tempo tão duradouro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5653859659015063858?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5653859659015063858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-1990353711278246674</id><published>2010-02-26T16:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:17:15.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>like a star you shine, my love</title><content type='html'>toda vez que você me dá as costas e olha pros lados, que não me repara ali suplicando por sua atenção, dói mais do que eu gostaria de admitir, mais do que eu permiti você a chegar perto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-1990353711278246674?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/1990353711278246674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-7940799526878471619</id><published>2010-02-20T23:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:57:51.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'>wherever I go, whatever I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am never without it (anywhere&amp;nbsp;I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) - &lt;/em&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-7940799526878471619?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/7940799526878471619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=7940799526878471619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7940799526878471619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7940799526878471619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/02/wherever-i-go-whatever-i-do-wherever.html' title='wherever I go, whatever I do'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-2003733920994397377</id><published>2010-02-12T08:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:57:03.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>that's why I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"even though I said before: the old me faced many different choices, but the present and future me will still have many choices that I have to face. In future, no matter what I encounter, no matter who I have to stand before, I want to do the right thing and make the correct choice like I have done so far. Also, as long as I can become a person who stands firm with the right choices I make, that would be good. Of course, I might feel tired because of these choices and I might encounter many difficult things... but if that is the price I have to pay in making the right choice, even if I have to accept punishment, I will break through all these difficulties and ultimately receive wisdom and knowledge." - &lt;/i&gt;Shim ChangMin&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-2003733920994397377?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/2003733920994397377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=2003733920994397377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2003733920994397377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2003733920994397377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-why-i-love-you.html' title='that&apos;s why I love you'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6215849506894737324</id><published>2010-02-10T11:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:55:33.236-02:00</updated><title type='text'>lágrimas.</title><content type='html'>eu tento não meter em assuntos muito pessoais dos outros apesar de querer ajudar. mas e se você for jogado no meio de tudo recebendo ataques de todos os lado? como reagir quando é você quem tem que repassar um recado triste e cruel, que vai mudar a vida de uma pessoa querida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-6215849506894737324?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6215849506894737324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6215849506894737324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6215849506894737324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6215849506894737324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/02/lagrimas.html' title='lágrimas.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-527270455662550839</id><published>2010-02-07T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:44:29.612-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, it's okay</title><content type='html'>eu sou daquelas que aprende do jeito mais difícil e doloroso, e ainda consigo ser estúpida o suficiente pra passar pela mesma coisa mais de uma vez. mudar é necessário, não importa quantas vezes você o faça. &lt;br /&gt;mudança de hábitos, de lugares, de gostos, de pessoas, de ares; de vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-527270455662550839?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/527270455662550839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=527270455662550839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/527270455662550839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/527270455662550839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-its-okay.html' title='ok, it&apos;s okay'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-473959852155948406</id><published>2010-01-31T01:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:22:18.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>some just want everything</title><content type='html'>sempre tive expectativas altas demais&amp;nbsp;e talvez eu mesma seja culpada por me decepcionar tanto. &lt;br /&gt;preciso procurar menos que a perfeição (mas definitivamente, mais que &lt;em&gt;você&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-473959852155948406?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/473959852155948406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=473959852155948406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/473959852155948406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/473959852155948406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-people-just-want-everything.html' title='some just want everything'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8570680175871324742</id><published>2008-07-04T17:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:50:25.051-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicer than...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Eu queria você lá olhando para mim e me desejando tudo de bom, eu queria você tentando arranjar um jeito de me agradar, eu queria sua atenção voltada para mim. Mas eu arruinei tudo isso, joguei fora tudo que eu lutei e persisti para conseguir, mesmo sendo pouco. Você provavelmente irá me olhar com desprezo, desdém, ódio, rancor, indiferença....ou talvez nem irá olhar. E eu não sei o que é pior, me olhar ou não. Não sei se fico mais feliz com você me agradando ou me odiando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"With my foot on your neck, I finally have you right where I want you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8570680175871324742?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8570680175871324742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8570680175871324742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8570680175871324742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8570680175871324742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-queria-voc-l-olhando-para-mim-e-me.html' title='Nicer than...'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6092720590256676540</id><published>2008-06-26T22:39:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:53:00.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfície</title><content type='html'>Bah, e daí? Eu sempre me perco no que você faz mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So wo futari wo tsunagu Rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanaretetemo Say I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimi no koe wa my Rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sora wo koete just todoku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wo futari wo tsunagu Rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanaretetemo Yes, I Need You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimi no koe wa my Rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sora wo koete just todoku"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-6092720590256676540?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6092720590256676540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6092720590256676540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6092720590256676540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6092720590256676540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/06/superfcie.html' title='Superfície'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5597951547762113711</id><published>2008-06-17T23:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:55:28.520-02:00</updated><title type='text'>どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu gostaria de dizer que agora vou me dedicar ao "meu mundo", mas a quem eu iria conseguir enganar? É óbvio que não vai ser assim, eu não tenho coragem nem vontade o suficiente para te deixar. Sei que não é como se eu fosse parte importante da sua vida, mas quando você olha para mim e sorri, me abraça e segura minha mão, fala comigo e me dá um beijo, eu sinto como se, pelo menos, eu existisse para você. E é aí que eu esqueço de absolutamente tudo que eu tinha planejado nas semanas anteriores, nas semanas que eu fiquei sem te ouvir, sem falar com você e sem te ver. Você tem uma grande facilidade em destruir todos os planos cuidadosamente meticulados, e mais facilidade ainda em me fazer criar expectativas totalmente fora da realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5597951547762113711?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5597951547762113711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5597951547762113711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5597951547762113711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5597951547762113711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/06/doushite-kimi-wo-suki-ni-natte.html' title='どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう？'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8470743557605231135</id><published>2008-06-03T23:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:03:00.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ali e Agora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os sonhos e pesadelos, expectativas e decepções desaparecem quando escuto sua voz ou vejo seu sorriso. Você precisa parar de definir minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8470743557605231135?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8470743557605231135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8470743557605231135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8470743557605231135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8470743557605231135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/06/ali-e-agora.html' title='Ali e Agora.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6215440592171476883</id><published>2008-05-26T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:51:46.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess I’m wishing my life away with these things I’ll never say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-6215440592171476883?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6215440592171476883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6215440592171476883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6215440592171476883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6215440592171476883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-got-nothing-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing to say.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-7786819356123372016</id><published>2008-05-19T16:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:46:40.539-02:00</updated><title type='text'>But you've already lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And she told you, laughing down to her core so she would not cry as she lay in your lap, "nobody here can live forever, quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-7786819356123372016?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/7786819356123372016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=7786819356123372016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7786819356123372016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7786819356123372016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/05/but-youve-already-lost.html' title='But you&apos;ve already lost.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-9059212796332674121</id><published>2008-05-11T02:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:33:10.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, don't you want to breathe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that you are strong enough to handle what I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; My body needs a reason to cross that line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Will you carry me there one more time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-9059212796332674121?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/9059212796332674121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=9059212796332674121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/9059212796332674121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/9059212796332674121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/05/breathe-dont-you-want-to-breathe.html' title='Breathe, don&apos;t you want to breathe?'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8134215651655901068</id><published>2008-05-07T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:10:11.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Naive, lovely, cute and weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sometimes you need to forgive, sometimes you need to hold on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8134215651655901068?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8134215651655901068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8134215651655901068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8134215651655901068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8134215651655901068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/05/naive-lovely-cute-and-weird.html' title='Naive, lovely, cute and weird.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-7052172740859794601</id><published>2008-04-24T22:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:50:35.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E acontece que toda vez que eu seguro a sua mão nada mais importa, quando você me abraça eu não consigo respirar, quando você olha para mim o mundo começa a girar mais devagar. É estupidez, e eu entendo isso perfeitamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can't help it, I'm such a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-7052172740859794601?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/7052172740859794601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=7052172740859794601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7052172740859794601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7052172740859794601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/04/such-fool.html' title='Such a fool.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8632371725797066835</id><published>2008-04-17T17:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:19:48.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I'll fly away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por si mesma, por seus amigos, pelas pessoas que convivem com você; continue sorrindo. Não pense no que passou, não pense no quanto dói, pense apenas que você fez o que pôde, que você aproveitou uma chance; não há motivo para se arrepender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não seja mais aquele alguém que apenas aconselha os outros a serem fortes e aproveitar chances, seja quem você pode ser, siga seu coração e sua mente; não tenha medo de voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8632371725797066835?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8632371725797066835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8632371725797066835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8632371725797066835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8632371725797066835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-day-ill-fly-away.html' title='One day I&apos;ll fly away.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-4431319998573317629</id><published>2008-04-07T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:27:19.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong, believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não chore, não sofra, não desperdice seus segundos, minutos, horas, dias ou meses. Viva, com toda sua plenitude, e jamais desista de si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-4431319998573317629?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/4431319998573317629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=4431319998573317629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4431319998573317629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4431319998573317629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-strong-believe.html' title='Be strong, believe.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-7905987226231094261</id><published>2008-03-27T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:34:34.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O vermelho está dentro de mim mesma; o azul e o amarelo eu descobri nas pessoas que estão ao meu lado; e quando essas duas cores se misturaram, eu achei o verde dentro de alguém chamado melhor amigo; o roxo se encontra numa melhor amiga apelidada de irmã; o branco e o preto ainda estão perdidos, mas serão encontrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, eu só consigo pensar no quanto a existência dessas cores são importantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-7905987226231094261?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/7905987226231094261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=7905987226231094261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7905987226231094261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7905987226231094261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/03/colors.html' title='Colors.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6374213340138395392</id><published>2008-03-22T13:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:44:26.318-02:00</updated><title type='text'>And you breathe in, and you breathe out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alguém confiável, divertida, às vezes meio estranha - isso é devido a você ficar séria do nada, parecendo estar chateada, mas diz que não é nada...mas não é estranha no mal sentido, como eu disse, é diferente - às vezes penso que é uma mulher num corpo mais jovem. Tem uma cabeça bem legal para as coisas, é alguem bem diferente para sua idade, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acho isso interessante&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu morri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-6374213340138395392?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6374213340138395392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6374213340138395392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6374213340138395392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6374213340138395392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-you-breathe-in-and-you-breathe-out.html' title='And you breathe in, and you breathe out.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5731226254826058071</id><published>2008-03-12T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:19:43.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu não posso ficar a vida inteira esperando você me notar, eu não posso viver de acordo com suas vontades. Não vou ficar esperando você mudar de idéia, não vou ficar te seguindo, eu não vou ser igual à ela.&lt;br /&gt;Então, se para você eu não valer a pena, eu vou encontrar alguém que perceba meu valor. Não estou desistindo, você ainda vale toda a luta, mas minha vida não vai passar na frente dos meus olhos, e eu não vou deixar que você altere sempre o meu humor. Eu vou aprender a viver sem depender tanto de você ou de qualquer um que se aproxime.&lt;br /&gt;Se você não estiver pronto para me segurar quando eu cair, do que adiantará voar por você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5731226254826058071?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5731226254826058071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5731226254826058071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5731226254826058071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5731226254826058071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/03/flying-high.html' title='Flying High.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-2073504958607728153</id><published>2008-03-07T23:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:48:35.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something about you that tears me inside out whenever you're around, there's something about you speeding through my veins until we hit the ground, there's something about the look in your eyes and the way you move, there's something about you that makes me fly; and it all reminds me that you're so worth the fight. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-2073504958607728153?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/2073504958607728153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=2073504958607728153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2073504958607728153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2073504958607728153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe-its-too-late_07.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s too late.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5819255979628624531</id><published>2008-03-02T23:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:43:10.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday you'll know...or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida não é fácil para ninguém, infelizmente, mas se existe algo que você pode fazer, é não desistir. Você tem que fazer com que as pessoas entendam seus pensamentos e como você se sente, e não deve mudar seu jeito para agradar ninguém. Problemas sempre surgirão, mas cabe a você decidir se você vai abaixar a cabeça ou se passará por eles de cabeça erguida. Sei que não é fácil quando tudo parece estar dando errado com a gente, mas também sei que, se você tem pessoas ao seu lado que estão dispostas a te ajudar, tudo será possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então diga para si mesma "vai ficar tudo bem", e dê a volta por cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5819255979628624531?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5819255979628624531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5819255979628624531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5819255979628624531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5819255979628624531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/03/someday-youll-know.html' title='Someday you&apos;ll know...or not.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5047828275375118774</id><published>2008-02-27T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:53:38.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could use a fresh beginning too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; All of my mistakes are nothing new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5047828275375118774?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5047828275375118774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5047828275375118774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5047828275375118774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5047828275375118774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/02/rising-sun.html' title='Rising Sun.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8056373232624683756</id><published>2008-02-19T22:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:32:37.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Opostos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A brincadeira chegou num nível sério demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alguém sem atrativos, alguém com atrativos de sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8056373232624683756?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8056373232624683756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8056373232624683756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8056373232624683756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8056373232624683756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/02/opostos.html' title='Opostos.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-9037891648983417474</id><published>2008-02-14T19:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:42:31.788-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pensando bem, em tudo que a gente vê e vivencia, e ouve e pensa, não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente. Existe uma pessoa, que se você for parar para pensar, é na verdade, a pessoa errada. Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho, chega na hora certa, fala as coisas certas, faz as coisas certas, mas nem sempre a gente está precisando das coisas certas. Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada. A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça, fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar, que é pra na hora que vocês se encontrarem a entrega ser muito mais verdadeira. A pessoa errada é, na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa. Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar, mas uma hora depois vai enxugar suas lágrimas. Essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono, mas vai te dar em troca uma noite de amor inesquecível. Essa pessoa talvez te magoe, e depois te encher de mimos pedindo seu perdão. Essa pessoa pode não estar cem por cento do tempo ao seu lado, mas vai estar cem por cento da vida dela esperando você, vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A pessoa errada tem que aparecer pra todo mundo, porque a vida não é certa, nada aqui é certo. O que é certo mesmo é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo, amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo, conseguindo. E só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia em que a gente diz: "Graças a Deus deu tudo certo". Quando, na verdade, tudo que Ele quer é que a gente encontre a pessoa errada, para que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito pra gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Luís Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-9037891648983417474?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/9037891648983417474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=9037891648983417474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/9037891648983417474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/9037891648983417474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/02/wrong-choice.html' title='Wrong Choice.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-110444036887996146</id><published>2008-02-06T19:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:14:18.880-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-110444036887996146?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/110444036887996146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=110444036887996146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/110444036887996146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/110444036887996146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-it.html' title='Damn It.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5895033719817360776</id><published>2008-01-26T12:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:41:44.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'>All the arms around you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight your nature if you can&lt;br /&gt;And hope for heaven where we land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could they ever catch you then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5895033719817360776?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5895033719817360776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5895033719817360776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5895033719817360776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5895033719817360776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-arms-around-you.html' title='All the arms around you.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-296405706244233719</id><published>2008-01-16T15:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:41:38.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, you'll never find it if you're looking for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-296405706244233719?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/296405706244233719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=296405706244233719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/296405706244233719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/296405706244233719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometime.html' title='Sometime.'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-4046574925372591642</id><published>2007-12-29T23:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:41:35.067-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Princípios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brincar com os sentimentos alheios é completamente desprezível, eu admito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagino o que leva uma pessoa a ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-4046574925372591642?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/4046574925372591642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=4046574925372591642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4046574925372591642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4046574925372591642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/12/princpios.html' title='Princípios'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8105588178134557688</id><published>2007-12-09T22:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:41:10.122-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom, realmente tudo seria mais fácil se pudéssemos controlar como sentimos ou se nossos sentimentos fossem controlados. Mas, na minha opinião, o que é fácil demais nunca é bom o suficiente, sabe? O que vem fácil, vai fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se deixar levar pela onda de entusiasmo é bom, mas quando você cai dela é uma merda. Mas se isso não existisse não teria muito sentido, se tudo fosse como quiséssemos não teria a mesma graça, mesmo parecendo tão interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E o branco das paredes faz ela ficar nos nervos. Branco, neve, perfeição, tudo limpo demais para alguém tão sujo. Ela gosta de variar, ser diferente, por isso é tão desligada. Prefere viver em seu próprio mundo do que ter que viver num mundo igual ao de todos. A diferença faz diferença para ela."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez faça tanto sentido para você quanto faz para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez não faça sentido algum, do mesmo jeito que não faz para mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viver é correr riscos. Se você não os corre, qual a graça de viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8105588178134557688?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8105588178134557688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8105588178134557688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8105588178134557688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8105588178134557688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/12/blue-and-yellow.html' title='Blue and Yellow'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-5907457480019268877</id><published>2007-11-26T16:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:13:14.374-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it worth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida não precisa ser complicada, se eu não quiser.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas não darão errado, se eu me esforçar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então...faça valer a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-5907457480019268877?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/5907457480019268877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=5907457480019268877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5907457480019268877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/5907457480019268877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/11/make-it-worth.html' title='Make it worth!'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8431900072729084365</id><published>2007-10-28T15:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:13:41.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know the feeling of being all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So let's drink to the fact that we're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8431900072729084365?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/8431900072729084365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=8431900072729084365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8431900072729084365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/8431900072729084365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/10/classic-crime.html' title='Classic Crime'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-6866192123489239043</id><published>2007-10-23T21:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:36:09.808-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Found Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I was hiding 'till you came along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and showed me where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-6866192123489239043?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/6866192123489239043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=6866192123489239043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6866192123489239043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/6866192123489239043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-found-me.html' title='You Found Me'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-7159843854461788980</id><published>2007-10-11T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:29:03.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Love Medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; How wonderful life is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you're in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-7159843854461788980?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/7159843854461788980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=7159843854461788980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7159843854461788980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/7159843854461788980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/10/elephant-love-medley.html' title='Elephant Love Medley'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-4782704951697289956</id><published>2007-10-08T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:04:56.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I knew that you meant it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know that you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-4782704951697289956?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/4782704951697289956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=4782704951697289956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4782704951697289956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4782704951697289956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/10/stairs.html' title='Stairs'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-89481754281348335</id><published>2007-10-01T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:46:54.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Glance's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause now that I can see you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think you're worth a second glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-89481754281348335?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/89481754281348335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=89481754281348335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/89481754281348335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/89481754281348335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/10/glances.html' title='Glance&apos;s'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-1352391266403767092</id><published>2007-08-19T15:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:50:49.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hora de Ser Feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-1352391266403767092?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8593184022069340738</id><published>2007-08-15T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:53:17.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que não sou sua canção favorita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8593184022069340738?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-9043579852790523869</id><published>2007-08-11T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:46:49.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você não se importa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não me importo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-9043579852790523869?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/9043579852790523869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-8405423634243308787</id><published>2007-08-05T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:16:29.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu tenho que ser honesta, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estive te esperando por toda a minha vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por muito tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu pensei que meu limite era um hospício, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você me faz pensar duas vezes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você mantém minha sanidade, &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu acho que enlouqueceria se você me deixasse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-8405423634243308787?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-2424627206447883493</id><published>2007-07-26T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:34:22.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Lovers Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não espere, não espere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As luzes irão piscar e sumir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os dias te passarão para trás.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não espere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para tirar sua armadura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-2424627206447883493?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/2424627206447883493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=2424627206447883493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2424627206447883493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/2424627206447883493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-lovers-go.html' title='As Lovers Go'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784126252515142263.post-4309379453314565603</id><published>2007-07-17T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:27:35.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisas simples da vida; um abraço, um sorriso, uma lágrima, uma mensagem no meio da noite, um "eu te amo" do fundo do coração, um beijo esperado. Ela dá valor a tudo, a cada simples momento."Every Second Counts", ela diz. O tempo não é infinito, a vida não espera. Por que esperar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Texto antigo, eu seeeei....mas preciso começar isso de alguma maneira, né!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Leeeff, obrigada pelo blog xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784126252515142263-4309379453314565603?l=valsamter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/feeds/4309379453314565603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8784126252515142263&amp;postID=4309379453314565603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4309379453314565603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784126252515142263/posts/default/4309379453314565603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valsamter.blogspot.com/2007/07/fairy-tale-4.html' title='Fairy Tale - 4'/><author><name>vanessa alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06008610573878650217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LmURXW8FY/S2Tfi1QWk2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmEywSvQi0Y/S220/DSC00172.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
