<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002</id><updated>2009-11-02T05:23:32.559-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fator XN s2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-7738589487781052808</id><published>2008-12-19T18:15:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:39:20.175-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montagens'/><title type='text'>Montagens que fiz para meu amoi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwE02doe3I/AAAAAAAAC34/QZDmj0zJmOE/s1600-h/fofuxinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwE02doe3I/AAAAAAAAC34/QZDmj0zJmOE/s320/fofuxinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281601769018260338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;que sorriso mais lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwEn6V52AI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Ozdb-oLQ-Vw/s1600-h/www.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwEn6V52AI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Ozdb-oLQ-Vw/s320/www.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281601546721286146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Te amo tanto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwELxW26BI/AAAAAAAAC3o/EPHiWJ3HOdQ/s1600-h/mylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwELxW26BI/AAAAAAAAC3o/EPHiWJ3HOdQ/s320/mylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281601063273031698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A montagem que ele mais gosta...*.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwFlnB0QVI/AAAAAAAAC4A/E8KIV4k8vs4/s1600-h/paradeduxinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwFlnB0QVI/AAAAAAAAC4A/E8KIV4k8vs4/s320/paradeduxinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602606688649554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;que lindinho...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwF6r128RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/Z7H-WQVYbAY/s1600-h/vc_eh_td_pra_mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwF6r128RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/Z7H-WQVYbAY/s320/vc_eh_td_pra_mim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602968757924114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE AMO, VOCÊ É TUDO PRA MIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-7738589487781052808?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/7738589487781052808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/7738589487781052808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/12/montagens-que-fiz-para-meu-amoi.html' title='Montagens que fiz para meu amoi!'/><author><name>Natália C. Greggio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15085548840332516486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16245375182022436369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SUwE02doe3I/AAAAAAAAC34/QZDmj0zJmOE/s72-c/fofuxinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-3081976006034386355</id><published>2008-11-29T03:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:28:56.828-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2K_dfGf8Ua0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2K_dfGf8Ua0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-3081976006034386355?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3081976006034386355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3081976006034386355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-3477849518072681803</id><published>2008-08-29T22:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:28:24.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><title type='text'>Você é Tudo pra Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLiiH3z3WGI/AAAAAAAACKc/VCwMsWbDyQw/s1600-h/lovevrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLiiH3z3WGI/AAAAAAAACKc/VCwMsWbDyQw/s200/lovevrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240116422569842786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Amar você é bom demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sei que vivo porque não te esqueço&lt;br /&gt;e o carinho que me dás eu mereço!&lt;br /&gt;Mereço porque sempre foste para mim&lt;br /&gt;o eterno, o primeiro, o maior, o sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;No coração guardo das canções a mais bonita,&lt;br /&gt;não pela harmonia ou a beleza da escrita&lt;br /&gt;mas porque, de todas, foi a mais ouvida,&lt;br /&gt;a mais desfrutada, a mais sentida.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre deste e hoje me dás tanta ternura,&lt;br /&gt;me dá a paz, a alegria, me dás a candura&lt;br /&gt;e me fizeste a mais feliz das mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso terás de mimm tudo que quiseres.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do eterno, do sempre, do tudo,&lt;br /&gt;tão difícil de entender pelo resto do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;é tão simples para nós que nos queremos tanto&lt;br /&gt;e conservamos dos primeiros beijos o encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar só em ti é para mim prazeroso!&lt;br /&gt;Sentir teus braços em abraços é gostoso!&lt;br /&gt;Falar contigo, recordar, viver tudo novamente,&lt;br /&gt;saboreando o amor que nunca foi ausente,&lt;br /&gt;oferecendo-te, de mim,&lt;br /&gt;o que há de mais sagrado:&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração todo inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;de amor embriagado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLif8ETKuRI/AAAAAAAACKM/j_knaAvTDCk/s1600-h/barra73id4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLif8ETKuRI/AAAAAAAACKM/j_knaAvTDCk/s320/barra73id4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240114020740675858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que goste da montagem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Te amo muito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLihW0JajOI/AAAAAAAACKU/JiEFKJrBiCo/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLihW0JajOI/AAAAAAAACKU/JiEFKJrBiCo/s320/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240115579772898530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-3477849518072681803?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3477849518072681803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3477849518072681803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/08/voc-tudo-pra-mim.html' title='Você é Tudo pra Mim'/><author><name>Natália C. Greggio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15085548840332516486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16245375182022436369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SLiiH3z3WGI/AAAAAAAACKc/VCwMsWbDyQw/s72-c/lovevrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-1330951779597581594</id><published>2008-08-19T18:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:11:26.446-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><title type='text'>Eu Te Amo Amoi! (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SKtAMIxRB7I/AAAAAAAAB6I/j9eNBxUfu84/s1600-h/depocomovente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SKtAMIxRB7I/AAAAAAAAB6I/j9eNBxUfu84/s400/depocomovente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236349569005062066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quando alguém te escreve um depoimento desses é que você sabe que é pra sempre *.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAIg0lZzwMw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAIg0lZzwMw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nem todas as palavras do mundo bastariam para explicar o quanto te amo Natália&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/5650734357455162002-1330951779597581594?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/1330951779597581594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/1330951779597581594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-te-amo-amoi-2.html' title='Eu Te Amo Amoi! (2)'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SKtAMIxRB7I/AAAAAAAAB6I/j9eNBxUfu84/s72-c/depocomovente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-1776331342051902038</id><published>2008-08-08T21:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:06:56.761-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><title type='text'>Eu Te Amo Amoi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzlg3aG0-I/AAAAAAAACA8/SVUHKeWsu54/s1600-h/i_love_you-801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzlg3aG0-I/AAAAAAAACA8/SVUHKeWsu54/s200/i_love_you-801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232309219889697762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um Sonho a Dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roupa Nova e Claudia Leitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe, o jeito de agradar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso brincando no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina com seu jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo enfim, que eu preciso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ele passa, e o tempo faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Quando fala é música no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me conquista, querendo não querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ele é tudo enfim, que eu preciso ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando bater na porta deixa entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra te ganhar de norte a sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No mundo da lua, tudo vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descobrir que o amor é azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta, o amor é um caso sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E tem lá os seus mistérios pra contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas você divide, na metade, um desejo no olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta, vale a pena qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vale tudo num cantinho pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um sorriso pra te convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ele é tudo que faz bem ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe que brinca nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo, nos versos que componho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ele sabe que estou em suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ele é tudo que, faz muito bem, muito bem ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando bater na porta deixa entrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra te ganhar de norte a sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No mundo da lua, tudo vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descobrir que o amor é azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta, o amor é um caso sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E tem lá os seus mistérios pra contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas você divide, na metade, um desejo no olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta, vale a pena qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vale tudo num cantinho pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um sorriso pra te convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo enfim, que eu preciso ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ele é tudo enfim, que eu preciso ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzl92kh-TI/AAAAAAAACBE/UP3KlkFlFro/s1600-h/divider7mf4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzl92kh-TI/AAAAAAAACBE/UP3KlkFlFro/s320/divider7mf4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232309717881190706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzmP_Csk4I/AAAAAAAACBM/da88VQt667A/s1600-h/corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzmP_Csk4I/AAAAAAAACBM/da88VQt667A/s200/corazon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232310029392843650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;E te amarei durante toda minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo nos seus gestos,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo no seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo na sua voz,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo no que você é!!!&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;No ar que respiramos,&lt;br /&gt;No alvorecer da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;No crepúsculo,&lt;br /&gt;Na morte...&lt;br /&gt;Te amo na chuva que cai,&lt;br /&gt;No sol que queima...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Te amar nas minhas horas de tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sua lembrança só me traz alegrias;&lt;br /&gt;Te amar quando a alegria chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor é alegria&lt;br /&gt;E sou feliz enquanto te amo...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o amor se torne extinto,&lt;br /&gt;Faço questão de te amar;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a luz do mundo acabe,&lt;br /&gt;Quero te iluminar com o meu amor;&lt;br /&gt;E somente a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Seria capaz de tirar todo esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Que alimenta minha própria existência...&lt;br /&gt;Você mora dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Te Amo Muito e pra Sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-1776331342051902038?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/1776331342051902038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/1776331342051902038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-te-amo-amoi.html' title='Eu Te Amo Amoi!'/><author><name>Natália C. Greggio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15085548840332516486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16245375182022436369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SJzlg3aG0-I/AAAAAAAACA8/SVUHKeWsu54/s72-c/i_love_you-801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-5722196742155776825</id><published>2008-07-30T06:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:10.536-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><title type='text'>Pra SEMPRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJA2MUUpVeI/AAAAAAAABsY/TlVx_vPTTW0/s400/FRESNO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228738752618780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O que sinto por você não pode ser medido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;descobri em você um significado para minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando nada fazia muito sentido você apareceu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJBDICKQm4I/AAAAAAAABsw/pzpXYgw6eJY/s1600-h/barra73id4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 11px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJBDICKQm4I/AAAAAAAABsw/pzpXYgw6eJY/s400/barra73id4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228752972675062658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJA_bDPSKUI/AAAAAAAABsg/GYcTz9OUbPE/s1600-h/xandedepo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJA_bDPSKUI/AAAAAAAABsg/GYcTz9OUbPE/s400/xandedepo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228748901335574850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esse depoimento foi mais importante do que você imagina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Naty, tenho que te contar uma coisa... no dia em que te pedi em namoro, antes disso, eu tomei uma das maiores decisões da minha vida, depois de refletir e chorar muito com isso também, eu escolhi que não te deixaria... eu poderia ter feito isso ali... mas não fiz e NUNCA vou fazer. Descobri que não posso viver sem você e que eu te "amava" (algo que nunca tinha sentido por ninguém) e decidi que iria passar por cima de algumas coisas por você.. não iria relevar pois realmente são totalmente irrelevantes... Decidi naquele dia, que quero passar o resto da minha vida com você... e só você e nosso futuro importa...Decidi então te pedir em namoro, te mostrar o caminho para minha vida, pra trilharmos juntos pra sempre... e você aceitou *.*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJBBWMZF0oI/AAAAAAAABso/HaJQu7eE8EM/s1600-h/pedido+namoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJBBWMZF0oI/AAAAAAAABso/HaJQu7eE8EM/s400/pedido+namoro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228751016916537986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Como não poderia deixar de ser, foi no nosso horário preferido né amoi... de madrugada... se bem que era muuito tarde já, ou melhor... rsrsrs, muito cedo... acabou ficando até engraçado... o riso sempre tem que prevalecer no nosso relacionamento... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Inteligência e risadas são afrodisíacos&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-5722196742155776825?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/5722196742155776825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/5722196742155776825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/pra-sempre.html' title='Pra SEMPRE!'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SJA2MUUpVeI/AAAAAAAABsY/TlVx_vPTTW0/s72-c/FRESNO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-5145344421025607786</id><published>2008-07-27T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:10.744-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montagens'/><title type='text'>para Natália Bastos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIyubcWKtTI/AAAAAAAABsA/LTF8T7aB30E/s1600-h/xande_e_naty_historia_de_um_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIyubcWKtTI/AAAAAAAABsA/LTF8T7aB30E/s400/xande_e_naty_historia_de_um_amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227745053959173426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-5145344421025607786?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/5145344421025607786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/5145344421025607786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-natlia-bastos.html' title='para Natália Bastos...'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIyubcWKtTI/AAAAAAAABsA/LTF8T7aB30E/s72-c/xande_e_naty_historia_de_um_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-6800719623013921305</id><published>2008-07-26T19:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:11.221-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><title type='text'>Eu te amo meu amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIump2tI3JI/AAAAAAAAB5U/LKlqtDrBpNg/s1600-h/xande-naty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIump2tI3JI/AAAAAAAAB5U/LKlqtDrBpNg/s200/xande-naty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227455030483278994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu anjinho, eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você chegou de mansinho, como quem não queria nada, e suas palavras e atitudes, seus gestos e carinho,me fizeram descobrir emoções e sentimentos que eu desconhecia!!&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão feliz por ter você comigo! Realmente, eu tenho muita sorte por ter seu amor. Posso ficar falando por horas o quanto te amo e preciso de você, mas nem milhões de frases bonitas jamais alcançariam a grandeza do amor que sinto por você.&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu anjo, meu amigo, namorado,companheiro, minha paz,meu amor! É tudo que eu sempre quis em minha vida,tudo que eu sempre procurei.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar pra sempre ao seu lado, e com você compartilhar minhas dores,minhas esperanças,minhas alegrias e principalmente o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a nossa união seja sempre assim: regada de respeito, amizade,companheirismo, cumplicidade e que estejamos sempre abertos um para o outro,aprendendo sempre um com o outro,aceitando nossas diferenças e defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho defeitos e ao seu lado quero poder a cada dia minimizá-los com sua ajuda e paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a sua falta...quero ficar do seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Saudade não tem forma nem cor; não tem cheiro nem sabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fala-se nela mas não se vê; só pensa nela quem acredita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ela é parte da ausência; ela é parte do amor; ela tem realidade, mas quem a tem sente dor, uma dor miudinha que cresce no coração e que nunca vem sozinha… Acompanha a solidão; quem a sente nunca esquece nem nunca esquecerá, o sentimento que não adormece por alguém que não está!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pedacinho muito bonito de um poema de Vinícius de Moraes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"...No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIulVBw-jpI/AAAAAAAAB48/TeCUJu4KAFI/s1600-h/barra73id4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIulVBw-jpI/AAAAAAAAB48/TeCUJu4KAFI/s320/barra73id4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227453573163290258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Eu não existo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIum6Z1Pq4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/oIcLNlbx2dY/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIum6Z1Pq4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/oIcLNlbx2dY/s200/Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227455314790427522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por isso, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que todos os caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me encaminham pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim como o oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só é belo com luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim como a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só tem razão se se cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim como uma nuvem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só acontece se chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim como o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só é grande se sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim como viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem ter amor não é viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não há você sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu não existo sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                               Vinícius de Moraes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo muito! Fica comigo pra sempre? *.*&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 1 mês de namoro!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Sua Naty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-6800719623013921305?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/6800719623013921305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/6800719623013921305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-te-amo-meu-amor.html' title='Eu te amo meu amor!'/><author><name>Natália C. Greggio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15085548840332516486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16245375182022436369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgdRFeBpLRQ/SIump2tI3JI/AAAAAAAAB5U/LKlqtDrBpNg/s72-c/xande-naty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-2612856904543283129</id><published>2008-07-25T21:59:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:11.553-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Oi naty blz? [Que voz linda]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIp4KOvNsyI/AAAAAAAABrY/zslRWzXGglg/s1600-h/ATgAAAChpXe_8fFwUbizaXr9uv4XEjF7hUaCD1AuxZ9pE6vZ9lJm3RUVOdwByL5KFYrNfKXhdpZjIcfzdD6wdV_ReGeoAJtU9VAwhwLt0__RTFo5rKPsrmwfN79HOQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIp4KOvNsyI/AAAAAAAABrY/zslRWzXGglg/s400/ATgAAAChpXe_8fFwUbizaXr9uv4XEjF7hUaCD1AuxZ9pE6vZ9lJm3RUVOdwByL5KFYrNfKXhdpZjIcfzdD6wdV_ReGeoAJtU9VAwhwLt0__RTFo5rKPsrmwfN79HOQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227122434667033378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tão bom ouvir a voz dela... ela não é perfeita? [o-O s2]. E ainda tem mais cachorrinhos que eu... [!] Uns 57 acho,  mal consegue lembrar o nome de todos.. tadinho do ralph :/"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" id="mp3tube" width="260" align="middle" border="0" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=28f032ab7c60e42fcb2b8ba09ef6dd4b"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=28f032ab7c60e42fcb2b8ba09ef6dd4b" quality="High" name="mp3tube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false" width="260" align="middle" height="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preciso fazer ela falar... não precisa ter vergonha naty, dizia eu... ah é vamos fazer um trava língua? E quem sabe também se você tentasse falar em japonês... [fiu]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" id="mp3tube" width="260" align="middle" border="0" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=ed2ddde03cdd1c74538aed0cd97a6503"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=ed2ddde03cdd1c74538aed0cd97a6503" quality="High" name="mp3tube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false" width="260" align="middle" height="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"A voz que quero ouvir pra sempre de manhã, de tarde e a noite..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naty, a primeira vez que a gente falou no mic kkkk, sua voz é tão linda, eu gravei algumas coisas que você disse e fiquei ouvindo no dia seguinte com o "loop" ligado... sim, o dia inteiro, a voz mais linda do mundo... e, como se fosse voz de radialista... [Em Brasília e no coração de Alexander - 19:00 horas]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIp6Lfqr4DI/AAAAAAAABrg/VnMK1UUUBQE/s1600-h/natyvozlindademaiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIp6Lfqr4DI/AAAAAAAABrg/VnMK1UUUBQE/s400/natyvozlindademaiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227124655414566962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você é realmente muito fofinha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-2612856904543283129?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/2612856904543283129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/2612856904543283129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/oi-naty-blz-que-voz-linda.html' title='Oi naty blz? [Que voz linda]'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIp4KOvNsyI/AAAAAAAABrY/zslRWzXGglg/s72-c/ATgAAAChpXe_8fFwUbizaXr9uv4XEjF7hUaCD1AuxZ9pE6vZ9lJm3RUVOdwByL5KFYrNfKXhdpZjIcfzdD6wdV_ReGeoAJtU9VAwhwLt0__RTFo5rKPsrmwfN79HOQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-3301990647920347636</id><published>2008-07-23T20:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:11.753-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaracoes'/><title type='text'>Je t'ame Natália...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIfGbmMms_I/AAAAAAAABqw/4VZnDW1_Blc/s1600-h/buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIfGbmMms_I/AAAAAAAABqw/4VZnDW1_Blc/s400/buddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226364069998932978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;EU TE AMO Natália! Você é a pessoa mais maravilhosa que já conheci, é linda e inteligente, carinhosa e compreensiva. Tudo em você é perfeito pra mim, exatamente como sempre quis...na medida exata. A minha outra metade da laranja, a tampa da minha panela, a manteiguinha do meu pão, minha alma gêmea... *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-3301990647920347636?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3301990647920347636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3301990647920347636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/apaixonado.html' title='Je t&apos;ame Natália...'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIfGbmMms_I/AAAAAAAABqw/4VZnDW1_Blc/s72-c/buddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-2268486022286610241</id><published>2008-07-23T06:54:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:12.011-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Saudades de você =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIcCapAYGgI/AAAAAAAABqo/RJs2nw4zU50/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIcCapAYGgI/AAAAAAAABqo/RJs2nw4zU50/s400/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226148549294037506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"E agora josé?.. Dizia eu pra eu mesmo, sem ela uma semana! Seria a prova de fogo do ano... seria capaz de suportar? Não pedi o telefone dela... mas eu juro que eu peço quando ela voltar... marquei, marquei droga! Tá bom, o importante é daqui pra frente, vou falar com ela no microfone todos os dias (se minha vergonha deixar), vou pedir ela em casamento quando ela voltar! Não, para, para, pense direito... pensar o quê? A semana mais longa e chata da história recente... Don't Be a Pessimist man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No tocador de ondas sonoras &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solitudine!&lt;/span&gt;, como se não bastasse ter consumido Roberto Benigni e sua Itália o suficiente... que semana chata... Essa senhorita Greggio é descendente de italianos?" Sushi com lasanha, hashii com talheres, kurosawa com mastroianni, chega! Chega! Vou dormir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahn? Já é de manhã? Domingo! Ela volta hoje! HOJE! la la lá! Único domingo que parecia sexta-feira... Juro solenemente perder a vergonha e a timidez, quero falar com ela, trocar cartas, sorrir na webcam... e se ela me achar feio? Mas timidez não dá..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"A timidez é uma condição alheia ao coração, uma categoria, uma dimensão que desemboca na solidão."  {pablo neruda}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naty, que semana longa rsrs. Senti tanto a sua falta, que acho que sofri de loucura súbita, estava doidinho e sozinho, você me fez muita falta... quase inexplicavelmente... quase rsrs, se não fosse eu saber que eu estava completamente apaixonado por você... Decidi depois daquilo perder minha vergonha boba, nem tinha pedido seu telefone naquela época ainda, e resolvi tentar conversar com microfone ou webcam depois daquilo, sim a vergonha era tamanha rsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIcBbG_n9YI/AAAAAAAABqY/LqphhXh54CE/s1600-h/orkut01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIcBbG_n9YI/AAAAAAAABqY/LqphhXh54CE/s400/orkut01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147457832318338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma SEMANA?! =( oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-2268486022286610241?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/2268486022286610241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/2268486022286610241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/saudades-de-voc.html' title='Saudades de você =/'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIcCapAYGgI/AAAAAAAABqo/RJs2nw4zU50/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-3280621718833149087</id><published>2008-07-22T08:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:12.408-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>"Contato profissional com ulterior motives"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXFjo4-_BI/AAAAAAAABqA/Dn1ljri7Y08/s1600-h/alex%21_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXFjo4-_BI/AAAAAAAABqA/Dn1ljri7Y08/s400/alex%21_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225800158695848978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Eu queria ficar mais perto dela... tinha que arranjar um meio de ficar mais na vida dela, era a pessoa mais maravilhosa que já conheci ... e eu já tinha 21 carnavais! É... vou arranjar um jeito e vai ser pela internet mesmo. Já sei! Vamos ser parceiros de blog! Não uma parceria de trackbacks, meu sentimento é maior que um link, vamos ser colegas, amigos, namorados, noivos, marido e mulher.. ooops me empolguei, vou propor o seguinte, ela escreve no meu blog e eu no dela, mas o intuito de tudo isso é ficar mais próximo, ou como diria os da terra do tio sam, uma idéia com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulterior motives&lt;/span&gt;... mas por uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good cause&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXIeSIS_EI/AAAAAAAABqI/zuhQkFSwHZw/s1600-h/ATgAAABRZnab_Je87vQuXQhFXcYHe37cMbCHwzvO4Nb1AZ_Hi1dYHIrdD-_Gc1JAsQTR2b9Xg-AIzD4Zv4Vm15SFsBDJAJtU9VAD1cReOhSVHYzEzemqwR3V4daRig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXIeSIS_EI/AAAAAAAABqI/zuhQkFSwHZw/s400/ATgAAABRZnab_Je87vQuXQhFXcYHe37cMbCHwzvO4Nb1AZ_Hi1dYHIrdD-_Gc1JAsQTR2b9Xg-AIzD4Zv4Vm15SFsBDJAJtU9VAD1cReOhSVHYzEzemqwR3V4daRig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225803365221596226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naty, depois que fizemos a união de nossos blogs, ainda ajeitei um pouco a minha nova casa rsrs, apesar de v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ocê ter o ponteiro de mouse mais "cute" da blogosfera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me senti na obrigação de dar "uma geral"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, mas você gostou! Fiquei muito feliz... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXEu-3VV8I/AAAAAAAABpw/2AbM5yMLDCQ/s1600-h/uniaodeblogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXEu-3VV8I/AAAAAAAABpw/2AbM5yMLDCQ/s400/uniaodeblogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225799254061438914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Aceita a proposta bruxinha "plix1" quero muito viver um sonho com você..."  e a dama mais bela do mundo aceitou... só pude dizer ou pensar comigo mesmo thank god! and =)...! YESS [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-3280621718833149087?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3280621718833149087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3280621718833149087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/contato-profissional-com-ulterior.html' title='&quot;Contato profissional com ulterior motives&quot;'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXFjo4-_BI/AAAAAAAABqA/Dn1ljri7Y08/s72-c/alex%21_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-7254710649708527719</id><published>2008-07-22T07:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:12.588-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>"Quem é ela?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW8Su7m-ZI/AAAAAAAABpY/44outK04xM8/s1600-h/naty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW8Su7m-ZI/AAAAAAAABpY/44outK04xM8/s400/naty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225789972655045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Quem é essa menina que habita os pensamentos meus? É uma feiticeira? Fada da Lua.. ou anjinha má? Em poucos dias ela era a minha pauta e tema do dia... minha agenda da semana e meu compromisso do mês. Tão bom conversar com ela... tão igual a mim que eu podia me identificar, mas diferente o suficiente pra me completar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naty, tinha receio de você me achar louco kkkk, nunca vou me esquecer de quando coloquei sua foto no meu ipod, e ela me acompanhava nas caminhadas matinais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" name="caption" id="caption"&gt;"Cada passo que dei desde o momento em que aprendi a andar, foi um passo a mais a sua procura"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXBg8946GI/AAAAAAAABpo/wUUMmo1cXPE/s1600-h/quantotempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXBg8946GI/AAAAAAAABpo/wUUMmo1cXPE/s400/quantotempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225795714499012706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dei uma afastadinha por receio, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não sou louco garota&lt;/span&gt; pensava eu, só estou completamente apaixonado...rsrs "só isso". Mas você me procurou =)...! YESS [2] luuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-7254710649708527719?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/7254710649708527719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/7254710649708527719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/quem-ela.html' title='&quot;Quem é ela?&quot;'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW8Su7m-ZI/AAAAAAAABpY/44outK04xM8/s72-c/naty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650734357455162002.post-3638548476673745712</id><published>2008-07-22T07:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:42:12.877-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>"E então o menino a conheceu..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW5MXPNT-I/AAAAAAAABpI/h9NfElKGDpQ/s1600-h/post1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW5MXPNT-I/AAAAAAAABpI/h9NfElKGDpQ/s400/post1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225786564680699874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ela é um sonho... Fiquei ali olhando aquela foto imaginando os mistérios de seus olhos... Chamavam-me? O que eles me diziam? Meu coração acelerou, tive uma idéia... preciso fazer algo pra ela, algo legal e gentil, mas que não me apontasse como um invasor... um xereta qualquer, eu sentia que podia ser algo mais, "sabia" de alguma forma... só não tinha ciência do meu amor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW5wf6EUbI/AAAAAAAABpQ/h4567KG63GQ/s1600-h/Atmosfera+Sombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW5wf6EUbI/AAAAAAAABpQ/h4567KG63GQ/s400/Atmosfera+Sombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225787185483239858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naty, essa foi a minha primeira montagem pra você rsrs, a primeiríssima, eu t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e mandei nos recados do orkut junto com outro recado com meu msn e você me adicionou "cry". Quem bom né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TE AMOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   Seu XANDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXAsXdX7OI/AAAAAAAABpg/6mp3z7Bx9Uw/s1600-h/respostabanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIXAsXdX7OI/AAAAAAAABpg/6mp3z7Bx9Uw/s400/respostabanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225794811077324002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=) ...! YESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650734357455162002-3638548476673745712?l=fatorxn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3638548476673745712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650734357455162002/posts/default/3638548476673745712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatorxn.blogspot.com/2008/07/ela-um-sonho.html' title='&quot;E então o menino a conheceu...&quot;'/><author><name>Alexander Bastos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188051596111845600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06845139712386625060'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lHAzu7XKllM/SIW5MXPNT-I/AAAAAAAABpI/h9NfElKGDpQ/s72-c/post1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>