<?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-7145625706906146134</id><updated>2012-01-09T14:19:06.374-08:00</updated><category term='por Iane'/><category term='apaixonada nada então .'/><category term='M.Galvão (;'/><title type='text'>When love takes over</title><subtitle type='html'>Iria só até o fim.. Daria tudo e mais um pouco de mim!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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permitiu-me o livre arbítrio e eu fui fraca.&lt;br /&gt;eu cai em tentação amigo, eu me afastei de ti&lt;br /&gt;e eu não percebia o quanto isso tava destruindo corações!&lt;br /&gt;por tantas vezes achei que estava forte , quando estava no apse da minha fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;e hoje meu Deus , quero acordar de tudo isso.. quero ver a verdade diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;quero olhar pros meus erros e sentir nojo deles &lt;br /&gt;pra nunca mais cometê-los..&lt;br /&gt;quero aprender com eles , quero ter o discernimento do certo e do errado &lt;br /&gt;e jamais duvidar da força que teu espírito me dá&lt;br /&gt;da serenidade e paz que teu coração me concede.&lt;br /&gt;Você pai, nunca me decepcionou , e tudo que tenho é graças a você.&lt;br /&gt;quero continuar deixando os meus planos terrenos em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;para que faça o melhor deles.&lt;br /&gt;quero poder te pedir sem culpas pelas pessoas que amo&lt;br /&gt;e te agradecer pelo alimento e saúde de cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;quero ser exemplo de amor por ti.. aonde eu passar&lt;br /&gt;e quero mostrar a tua face pra quem duvida meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;quero ter foco naquilo que desejo , &lt;br /&gt;quero ouvir com teus ouvidos , falar com tua boca , ver com teus olhos Jesus&lt;br /&gt;e andar com seus pés..&lt;br /&gt;me dê coragem pra renunciar aquilo que não me pertence , mas me atrai.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero desejos momentaneos quando posso ter o seu amor eterno , não quero.&lt;br /&gt;teus caminhos , de todos que ja andei foi o que me proporcionou os melhores momentos &lt;br /&gt;quero ser íntegra de coração , ser uma boa filha , uma boa amiga , uma boa esposa , uma boa mãe &lt;br /&gt;e tudo que for permitido por ti..&lt;br /&gt;te devolvo meu coração Jesus , com toda a verdade e amor que existe em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Amém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8978148250554523906?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-300230972307890133</id><published>2012-01-09T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:07:49.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Seria apenas mais uma história, se não tivesse tocado a alma.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-300230972307890133?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/300230972307890133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Paz é estar no meio de uma situação difícil, onde você pensa que não vai conseguir suportar, e ainda assim consegue manter a calma dentro do seu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7332169254647326309?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7332169254647326309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/paz-nao-e-estar-em-um-lugar-isolado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7332169254647326309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7332169254647326309'/><link rel='alternate' 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completa,&lt;br /&gt;plenitude é tudo o que se aprende na vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas até se descobrir que a vida se constrói aos poucos, sobre os erros, sobre as renúncias,&lt;br /&gt;trocando o sonho e as ilusões pela construção do possível e do necessário,&lt;br /&gt;o ser humano muito erra e se embaraça, esbarra, agride, é agredido.&lt;br /&gt;Eis a felicidade possível:&lt;br /&gt;compreender que construir a vida é renunciar a pedaços da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;para não renunciar ao sonho da felicidade.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Artur da Távola)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2011795085647225419?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2011795085647225419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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suor seja doce&lt;br /&gt;E que minha loucura seja a mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Mas também espero que algum dia ela passe&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero que os pássaros voem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir pra longe, pra eu chorar&lt;br /&gt;E nem ver que meus olhos estão feridos&lt;br /&gt;Assim como minha alma que esta despedaçada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero voar alto, e soltar gritos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que hoje seja especial&lt;br /&gt;Um simples dia ou até mesmo sem nada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero ser estrela.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a música dos ventos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero tudo o que me foi prometido&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero ver os fins dos tempos,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero que meus amigos estejam comigo&lt;br /&gt;E que meus pais me abracem pela última vez&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem estes, eu serei apenas pó.&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o pó, que do pó me fez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5192037458771492739?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5192037458771492739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-dos-ventos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5192037458771492739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5192037458771492739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-dos-ventos.html' title='Musica dos ventos'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-3243944703520715625</id><published>2011-12-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:08:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nunca percas a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;viver sem esperança é enfraquecer-se , destruir as oportunidades , antes que venham...&lt;br /&gt;andar sem rumo é abrir portas ao desanimo e ao sofrimento. &lt;br /&gt;Toma ânimo e desenha na mente um futuro de paz e realização..&lt;br /&gt;acredita estar marchando ao encontro da felicidade , levanta a cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança forte te faz vibrante e saudável.&lt;br /&gt;Confia. Observa a natureza que se renova a cada manhã ... desperta as forças que dormem dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Vê a ti mesmo como um verdadeiro filho de Deus e faze todo bem que puderes..&lt;br /&gt;Tú é feliz a partir do momento que crês na felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3243944703520715625?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3243944703520715625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/nunca-percas-esperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3243944703520715625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3243944703520715625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/nunca-percas-esperanca.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4046077857568278061</id><published>2011-12-20T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:02:27.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não me subestime,às vezes me faço de cego para enxergar mais longe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4046077857568278061?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4046077857568278061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-me-subestimeas-vezes-me-faco-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4046077857568278061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4046077857568278061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-me-subestimeas-vezes-me-faco-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4601950802223105582</id><published>2011-12-14T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T17:47:29.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look at me now</title><content type='html'>How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me,&lt;br /&gt;when all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, who has just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me,&lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Well take a look at me now, who has just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around,&lt;br /&gt;turn around to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I need to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil collins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4601950802223105582?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4601950802223105582/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8087429661377176571</id><published>2011-12-14T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:11:23.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVrLL4RSbtc/Tuj0fqLXgDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/b1NLXK3L6oE/s1600/Foto0552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVrLL4RSbtc/Tuj0fqLXgDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/b1NLXK3L6oE/s400/Foto0552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar com você&lt;br /&gt;Na virada do sol&lt;br /&gt;É compreender&lt;br /&gt;Que o que há de melhor&lt;br /&gt;Tá na vida&lt;br /&gt;Na transformação&lt;br /&gt;Da natureza&lt;br /&gt;Que me traz a noção...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei, sei&lt;br /&gt;O que a terra&lt;br /&gt;Veio me ensinar&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que vêm do coração&lt;br /&gt;Prá que eu possa trazer&lt;br /&gt;Prá mim e prá você...&lt;br /&gt;liberdade pra dentro da cabeça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8087429661377176571?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8087429661377176571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4166373923196176440</id><published>2011-12-12T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:41:48.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há de surgir &lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela no céu &lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que ocê sorrir &lt;br /&gt;Há de apagar &lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela no céu &lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que ocê chorar&lt;br /&gt;O contrário também &lt;br /&gt;Bem que pode acontecer &lt;br /&gt;De uma estrela brilhar &lt;br /&gt;Quando a lágrima cair &lt;br /&gt;Ou então &lt;br /&gt;De uma estrela cadente se jogar &lt;br /&gt;Só pra ver &lt;br /&gt;A flor do seu sorriso se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Hum! &lt;br /&gt;Deus fará &lt;br /&gt;Absurdos &lt;br /&gt;Contanto que a vida &lt;br /&gt;Seja assim &lt;br /&gt;Sim &lt;br /&gt;Um altar &lt;br /&gt;Onde a gente celebre &lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que Ele consentir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5136016109833780207</id><published>2011-12-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:23:07.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish nothing but the best for you too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5136016109833780207?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-940844364364290877</id><published>2011-12-10T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:46:45.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero que minha essência transpareça pra você&lt;br /&gt;em forma de musica...de sorriso , tudo muito meu ,&lt;br /&gt;muito individual , muito tranquilo...&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma , tão calma&lt;br /&gt;que nem me sinto aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-940844364364290877?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/940844364364290877/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6887611159392200008</id><published>2011-12-10T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:39:14.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>olha aqui.. dentro dos meus olhos , tá vendo??&lt;br /&gt;ta tudo aqui dentro.. todas as palavras , todas as emoçoes &lt;br /&gt;todas as musicas , todos os cheiros &lt;br /&gt;guardados dentro dos meus olhos .. &lt;br /&gt;sim! vou tentar te mostrar melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6887611159392200008?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-373284702242631560</id><published>2011-12-10T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:37:11.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beleza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-373284702242631560?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/373284702242631560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/beleza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/373284702242631560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/373284702242631560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/beleza.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-3068016414851974841</id><published>2011-12-10T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:36:44.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insonia</title><content type='html'>existem situações que você se pega pensando na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;e no que você poderia fazer pra tudo ser da maneira que você sempre quis...&lt;br /&gt;tudo tem nossa parcela em nossa vida, tudo tem nosso toque de alguma maneira&lt;br /&gt;nós somos quem lutamos ou desistimos do que nos rodeia&lt;br /&gt;mas existe uma lei natural de acontecerem as coisas&lt;br /&gt;eu acredito nisso , sabe?&lt;br /&gt;isso varia muito.. de pessoa pra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;mas isso é o que eu acredito ...&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando na intensidade das dificuldades&lt;br /&gt;quando as coisas parecem não estar mais em sintonia&lt;br /&gt;mas perai... tava em sintonia ontem!&lt;br /&gt;que que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;é aí que eu paro pra pensar &lt;br /&gt;nos testes da vida&lt;br /&gt;as coisas mudam como se fossem humor sabe?&lt;br /&gt;você acorda um dia de um jeito &lt;br /&gt;do outro você acorda de outro&lt;br /&gt;e as coisas vão mudando sem nos pedir permissão&lt;br /&gt;e quando vamos ver, ja estamos tentando voltar ao que era&lt;br /&gt;mas ao contrário disso , criamos coisas dentro de outras&lt;br /&gt;e isso vai ficando aleatório... nossa que loucura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3068016414851974841?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3068016414851974841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/insonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3068016414851974841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3068016414851974841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/insonia.html' title='Insonia'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4847954772310065673</id><published>2011-12-10T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:45:11.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não percas a tua fé entre as sombras do mundo. Ainda Que Os Teus pés estejam sangrando, segue para a frente, erguendo-a por luz celeste, acima De ti mesmo. Crê e trabalha. Esforça-te no bem e espera Com paciência. Tudo passa e tudo se renova na terra, mas o que vem do céu permanecerá. De todos os infelizes os mais desditosos são os que perderam a confiança Em Deus e em si mesmo, porque o maior infortúnio é sofrer a privação Da fé e prosseguir vivendo. Eleva, pois, o teu olhar e caminha. Luta e serve. Aprende e adianta-te. Brilha a alvorada além da noite. Hoje, é possível que a tempestade te amarfanhe o coração e te atormente o ideal, aguilhoando-te com a aflição ou ameaçando-te com a morte. Não te esqueças, porém, de que amanhã será outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;grande Chico Xavier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4847954772310065673?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4847954772310065673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-percas-tua-fe-entre-as-sombras-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4847954772310065673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4847954772310065673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-percas-tua-fe-entre-as-sombras-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-880583640266785397</id><published>2011-12-10T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:43:07.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Proust disse: "A verdadeira origem da descoberta consiste não em procurar novas paisagens, mas em ter novos olhos". Não devemos nos transformar em algo que não somos, mas mudarmos como nos vemos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-880583640266785397?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/880583640266785397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/proust-disse-verdadeira-origem-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/880583640266785397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/880583640266785397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/12/proust-disse-verdadeira-origem-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-3794029106548344130</id><published>2011-12-10T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:42:30.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem me acompanha que me acompanhe: a caminhada é longa, é sofrida, mas é vivida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3794029106548344130?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2156660720869871601</id><published>2011-12-04T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:57:10.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vem!&lt;br /&gt;Fazer diferente&lt;br /&gt;O que mais ninguém faz&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me inventa outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Vem!&lt;br /&gt;Conquistar meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Dividir o que é seu&lt;br /&gt;Mil beijos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos lençóis&lt;br /&gt;Só eu e você &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem ama&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode vencer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-129800985805603422</id><published>2011-11-30T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:57:42.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O amor não é para os equilibrados. Não somos feitos para nos encaixar, mas para arrebentar as caixas. Mesmo quando não tenho razão, eu teimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seduzir é cutucar, esbarrar, encher o saco, expor as fantasias, ensaiar aproximações novas, não desistir da personalidade, contrariar as expectativas, fazer drama para despencar na comédia. A tara pede exclusividade. O sexo depende do conflito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser a melhor pessoa é uma ofensa para mim, desejo ser a pessoa predileta, a pessoa necessária.&lt;br /&gt;Fabrício Carpinejar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-129800985805603422?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/129800985805603422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-amor-nao-e-para-os-equilibrados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/129800985805603422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/129800985805603422'/><link 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Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-931974465240003553</id><published>2011-11-28T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:26:27.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentada num banco de ônibus , olhando a rua &lt;br /&gt;paro e penso no que existe em cada parte de onde passo&lt;br /&gt;e por um instante me sinto como um recém nascido em um berço &lt;br /&gt;que de nada sabe&lt;br /&gt;sinto quando em vez que ainda tenho muito pra conhecer&lt;br /&gt;pra explorar , pra aprender... &lt;br /&gt;vejo que não conheço metade da maldade do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;das pessoas ... e me questiono se isso é bom ou ruim...&lt;br /&gt;se melhor seria se eu conhecesse tudo ... &lt;br /&gt;em como seria eu depois de tantas experiências,&lt;br /&gt;tantas mais comparadas as que já vivi...&lt;br /&gt;as vezes também reflito se já conheço o bastante,&lt;br /&gt;mas a minha forma de absorver que me diferencia das outras pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho essa mania de ser!&lt;br /&gt;costumo desaprender de tudo que passo &lt;br /&gt;quando passo de novo&lt;br /&gt;parece que nunca vi nada igual...&lt;br /&gt;e quando menos espero , os aprendizados me assaltam &lt;br /&gt;e me fazem íntima da situação&lt;br /&gt;isso é paradoxal o bastante &lt;br /&gt;pra me beliscar,volto ao normal&lt;br /&gt;pura utopia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-931974465240003553?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5468668245645497373</id><published>2011-11-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T07:30:13.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>imagine só, você aqui agora, eu e você aqui agora &lt;br /&gt;abraço , beijo , olho no olho, boca na boca&lt;br /&gt;respiração perto, calor do corpo , amassos&lt;br /&gt;declarações de amor, risos&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo , não tenho dúvida nenhuma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5468668245645497373?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4816155474218945785</id><published>2011-11-27T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T07:25:26.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paro por um instante e penso : que sorte !...&lt;br /&gt;penso duas vezes , nego com a cabeça e o dedo indicador , sorrio de canto de boca e penso:&lt;br /&gt;que destino...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4816155474218945785?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4816155474218945785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/paro-por-um-instante-e-penso-que-sorte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4816155474218945785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4816155474218945785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/paro-por-um-instante-e-penso-que-sorte.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1501031513361437370</id><published>2011-11-25T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:48:56.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aprenda uma coisa: Se a vida tá te batendo tanto, é porque tu aguenta, é porque tu é forte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1501031513361437370?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1501031513361437370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprenda-uma-coisa-se-vida-ta-te-batendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1501031513361437370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1501031513361437370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprenda-uma-coisa-se-vida-ta-te-batendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8516112773721880801</id><published>2011-11-25T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:47:51.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque a vida segue. Mas o que foi bonito fica com toda a força.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8516112773721880801?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8516112773721880801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/porque-vida-segue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8516112773721880801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8516112773721880801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/porque-vida-segue.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6881459737953215205</id><published>2011-11-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:23:02.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me mostre que por você vale a pena lutar ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6881459737953215205?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8535016108064360499</id><published>2011-11-17T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:39:47.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando bate a saudade eu vou pro mar...&lt;br /&gt;fecho meus olhos e sinto você chegar ... você vem .. chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrada - cidade negra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8535016108064360499?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8535016108064360499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-bate-saudade-eu-vou-pro-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8535016108064360499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8535016108064360499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-bate-saudade-eu-vou-pro-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-9171809345674195504</id><published>2011-11-17T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:38:37.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nós nascemos e fomos criados numa neblina de verão&lt;br /&gt;Unidos pela surpresa dos nossos dias de glória&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-9171809345674195504?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/9171809345674195504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/nos-nascemos-e-fomos-criados-numa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/9171809345674195504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/9171809345674195504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/nos-nascemos-e-fomos-criados-numa.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8594840967766695967</id><published>2011-11-14T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:28:29.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todo ser humano é lindo&lt;br /&gt;feio é ser desumano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8594840967766695967?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8594840967766695967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/todo-ser-humano-e-lindo-feio-e-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8594840967766695967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8594840967766695967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/todo-ser-humano-e-lindo-feio-e-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6321842049554898140</id><published>2011-11-14T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:25:55.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre coração</title><content type='html'>Coração não pensa, sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Seu coração é seu guia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6321842049554898140?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6321842049554898140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6321842049554898140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6321842049554898140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobre-coracao.html' title='Sobre coração'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2930589980862062028</id><published>2011-11-14T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:23:01.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importante</title><content type='html'>NINGUÉM É MAIS IMPORTANTE QUE VC.&lt;br /&gt;NINGUÉM É MAIS IMPORTANTE QUE EU.&lt;br /&gt;NINGUÉM É MAIS IMPORTANTE.&lt;br /&gt;TODOS SÃO IMPORTANTES.&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTE-SE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2930589980862062028?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2930589980862062028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8422792077533806622</id><published>2011-11-14T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T04:51:24.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wps6vysDPY/TsEOVEKu2aI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VIb9hepQooU/s1600/315783_305443582802224_200102176669699_1419415_1562779863_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wps6vysDPY/TsEOVEKu2aI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VIb9hepQooU/s400/315783_305443582802224_200102176669699_1419415_1562779863_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou guardar cada lugar teu&lt;br /&gt;ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;e hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou chegar contigo&lt;br /&gt;onde só chega quem não tem&lt;br /&gt;medo de naufragar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8422792077533806622?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8422792077533806622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-vou-quardar-cada-lugar-teu-ancorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8422792077533806622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8422792077533806622'/><link 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type='html'>Se as coisas são inatingíveis... ora!&lt;br /&gt;Não é motivo para não querê-las...&lt;br /&gt;Que tristes os caminhos, se não fora&lt;br /&gt;A presença distante das estrelas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6354163049079418610?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6354163049079418610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/utopia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6354163049079418610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6354163049079418610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/utopia.html' title='Utopia'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-324670274365509106</id><published>2011-11-13T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:10:38.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vá tão longe quanto você possa ver, e quando você chegar lá você verá mais longe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-324670274365509106?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/324670274365509106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/va-tao-longe-quanto-voce-possa-ver-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/324670274365509106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/324670274365509106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/va-tao-longe-quanto-voce-possa-ver-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1319218443546778402</id><published>2011-11-13T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:04:21.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"Sonha e serás livre de espírito... luta e serás livre na vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Guevara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1319218443546778402?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1319218443546778402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sonha-e-seras-livre-de-espirito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1319218443546778402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1319218443546778402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sonha-e-seras-livre-de-espirito.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2006413838983292188</id><published>2011-11-13T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:02:58.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que nada nos defina.&lt;br /&gt;Que nada nos sujeite.&lt;br /&gt;Que a liberdade seja a nossa própria substância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2006413838983292188?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2006413838983292188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/que-nada-nos-defina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2006413838983292188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2006413838983292188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/que-nada-nos-defina.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4818739476929710275</id><published>2011-11-13T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:57:50.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"Dê a seus sonhos tudo o que você tem e você se surpreenderá com a energia que vem de você."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4818739476929710275?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4818739476929710275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-seus-sonhos-tudo-o-que-voce-tem-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4818739476929710275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4818739476929710275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-seus-sonhos-tudo-o-que-voce-tem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6984508534796158589</id><published>2011-11-13T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:55:11.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No caráter, na conduta, no estilo, em todas as coisas, a simplicidade é a suprema virtude."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6984508534796158589?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6984508534796158589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-carater-na-conduta-no-estilo-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6984508534796158589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6984508534796158589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-carater-na-conduta-no-estilo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2763863327174887311</id><published>2011-11-13T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:48:34.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"Faça o que você sente que está certo em seu coração - pois você será criticado de qualquer maneira. Você será condenado quer faça ou não.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2763863327174887311?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2763863327174887311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/faca-o-que-voce-sente-que-esta-certo-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2763863327174887311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2763863327174887311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/faca-o-que-voce-sente-que-esta-certo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4510083411938822408</id><published>2011-11-09T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:12:53.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro - Maria Gadu</title><content type='html'>Sai de si &lt;br /&gt;Vem curar teu mal&lt;br /&gt;Te transbordo em som&lt;br /&gt;Põe juizo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar me tirou daqui&lt;br /&gt;Ampliou meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Quero um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Não tudo &lt;br /&gt;Pra gente não perder a graça no escuro&lt;br /&gt;No fundo&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser até pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;Sendo só pra mim sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe só &lt;br /&gt;Como a noite cresce em glória&lt;br /&gt;E a distância traz &lt;br /&gt;Nosso amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Deixa estar que o que for pra ser vigora&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dividir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4510083411938822408?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4510083411938822408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/encontro-maria-gadu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4510083411938822408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4510083411938822408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/encontro-maria-gadu.html' title='Encontro - Maria Gadu'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5420047521804527205</id><published>2011-11-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:31:20.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YdTOtUD6VM/Trqb1UYmzhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wp_5LsVNmvw/s1600/IDADE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YdTOtUD6VM/Trqb1UYmzhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wp_5LsVNmvw/s400/IDADE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter 18 anos é nada te deixar triste ao ponto de desistir , é ter todas as oportunidades do mundo , é querer ser feliz do começo ao fim do dia todos os dias , é relembrar o passado e imaginar o futuro , é parecer que todas as vontades são definitivas... chega a ser engraçado ter 18... chega a ser engraçado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5420047521804527205?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5420047521804527205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/ter-18-anos-e-nada-te-deixar-triste-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5420047521804527205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5420047521804527205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/ter-18-anos-e-nada-te-deixar-triste-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YdTOtUD6VM/Trqb1UYmzhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wp_5LsVNmvw/s72-c/IDADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1060284184539350762</id><published>2011-11-09T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:12:13.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/YBwuoIO2NNk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBwuoIO2NNk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBwuoIO2NNk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1060284184539350762?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1060284184539350762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1060284184539350762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1060284184539350762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4002029258893170122</id><published>2011-11-09T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:13:07.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penso em ti - Jorge Vercilo</title><content type='html'>''Minha alma se liberta cada vez que eu penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Vai no fundo da saudade e me traz, traz, traz&lt;br /&gt;esses olhos que eu não esqueço nunca mais''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4002029258893170122?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4002029258893170122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/minha-alma-se-liberta-cada-vez-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4002029258893170122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4002029258893170122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/minha-alma-se-liberta-cada-vez-que-eu.html' title='Penso em ti - Jorge Vercilo'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5944899265589030842</id><published>2011-11-08T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:42:59.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"Eu guardei muitas coisas em minhas mãos, e perdi todas; mas todas que coloquei nas mãos de Deus, essas eu ainda possuo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5944899265589030842?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5944899265589030842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-guardei-muitas-coisas-em-minhas-maos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5944899265589030842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5944899265589030842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-guardei-muitas-coisas-em-minhas-maos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4931402366146905981</id><published>2011-11-07T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:14:13.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas acontece tipo assim: lembro do seu rosto, do seu abraço, do seu cheiro, do seu olhar, do seu beijo e começo a sorrir, é assim mesmo, automático, como se tivesse uma parte do meu cérebro que me fizesse por um instante a pessoa mais feliz do mundo, mas que só você, de algum modo, fosse capaz de ativar. Eu sei, é lindo. Mas logo em… seguida, quando penso em quão longe você está sinto-me despedaçar por inteira. Sabe a sensação de arrancar um doce de uma criança? Pois é, sou essa criança. E dói. Uma dor cujo único remédio é a sua presença. Então sigo assim, penso em você, sorrio, sofro e rezo, peço pra Deus cuidar da gente, amenizar essa dor e trazer logo a minha cura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4931402366146905981?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4931402366146905981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/mas-acontece-tipo-assim-lembro-do-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4931402366146905981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4931402366146905981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/mas-acontece-tipo-assim-lembro-do-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2104133649098093447</id><published>2011-11-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:09:06.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3uMpPv6gLk/TrhI7IpswPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MPY-Uc8uYaI/s1600/2%2Bpeixinhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" width="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3uMpPv6gLk/TrhI7IpswPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MPY-Uc8uYaI/s400/2%2Bpeixinhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como pode o peixe vivo viver fora da agua fria , sem a tua , sem a tua , sem a tua compania?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2104133649098093447?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2104133649098093447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-pode-o-peixe-vivo-viver-fora-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2104133649098093447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2104133649098093447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-pode-o-peixe-vivo-viver-fora-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3uMpPv6gLk/TrhI7IpswPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MPY-Uc8uYaI/s72-c/2%2Bpeixinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1548458460128858725</id><published>2011-11-07T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:16:41.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Cinza</title><content type='html'>Quando alguém te chama pra perto&lt;br /&gt;Dói demais não saber para onde ir.&lt;br /&gt;Coração deserto... eu te quero, é certo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te perco tudo é vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Lua cinza beijando o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Coração deserto... eu te quero, é certo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero perto e fim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei como explicar...&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto em você e sei&lt;br /&gt;Que nada vai mudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1548458460128858725?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1548458460128858725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-alguem-te-chama-pra-perto-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1548458460128858725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1548458460128858725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-alguem-te-chama-pra-perto-doi.html' title='Lua Cinza'/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4385326353778204226</id><published>2011-11-07T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:45:50.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cumpro minha obrigação de dor, meu senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Estou alegre de trono, só choro estas poucas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vou esquecer, depois então vou saber:&lt;br /&gt;saudade é chateação, pensamento com cansaço. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4385326353778204226?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4385326353778204226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/cumpro-minha-obrigacao-de-dor-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4385326353778204226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4385326353778204226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/cumpro-minha-obrigacao-de-dor-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6481114862398104904</id><published>2011-11-02T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:46:38.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que Você tem todo mundo pode ter.&lt;br /&gt;O que você é...ninguém pode ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6481114862398104904?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2600408672271395530</id><published>2011-11-02T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:27:41.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Faz da lágrima o sangue que nos deixa de pé''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2600408672271395530?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2600408672271395530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/faz-da-lagrima-o-sangue-que-nos-deixa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2600408672271395530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2600408672271395530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/faz-da-lagrima-o-sangue-que-nos-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-9097464611702050326</id><published>2011-11-01T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:34:10.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnrGSxyH2Kg/TrCBiOp5X7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/x6xnX2ObZbQ/s1600/Janis%2BJoplin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" width="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnrGSxyH2Kg/TrCBiOp5X7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/x6xnX2ObZbQ/s400/Janis%2BJoplin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin - Maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, se eu pudesse orar, e tentar, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Você voltaria para casa, para casa para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, se eu tivesse segurado a sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, você entenderia.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, talvez, talvez, talvez... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, talvez, talvez, talvez, talvez, meu bem,&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu tenha feito algo errado&lt;br /&gt;Querido, eu ficaria satisfeita em admitir isso&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Venha para casa, para mim!&lt;br /&gt;Querido, talvez, talvez, talvez, talvez... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu sei que nunca parecerá ter importância, babe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Querido, Quando eu saio ou tento sair&lt;br /&gt;Você não percebe que eu ainda estou abandonada aqui?&lt;br /&gt;E que estou presa a essa necessidade de precisar de você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, por favor, por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Você não irá reconsiderar nada? , babe,&lt;br /&gt;Agora venha, eu disse para você voltar&lt;br /&gt;Você não irá voltar para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, meu bem, Oh, talvez, talvez, talvez,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me me ajudá-lo a me fazer entender&lt;br /&gt;Querido, talvez, talvez, talvez,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, talvez, talvez, talvez,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, talvez, talvez, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-9097464611702050326?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/9097464611702050326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/11/janis-joplin-maybe-talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/9097464611702050326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/9097464611702050326'/><link 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Bater com o queixo no chão dói. Torcer o tornozelo dói. Um tapa, um soco, um pontapé, dóem. Dói bater a cabeça na quina da mesa, dói morder a língua, dói cólica, cárie e pedra no rim. Mas o que mais dói é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de um irmão que mora longe. Saudade de uma cachoeira da infância. Saudade do gosto de uma fruta que não se encontra mais. Saudade do pai que já morreu. Saudade de um amigo imaginário que nunca existiu. Saudade de uma cidade. Saudade da gente mesmo, quando se tinha mais audácia e menos cabelos brancos. Dóem essas saudades todas. &lt;br /&gt;Mas a saudade mais dolorida é a saudade de quem se ama. Saudade da pele, do cheiro, dos beijos. Saudade da presença, e até da ausência consentida. Você podia ficar na sala e ele no quarto, sem se verem, mas sabiam-se lá. Você podia ir para o aeroporto e ele para o dentista, mas sabiam-se onde. Você podia ficar o dia sem vê-lo, ele o dia sem vê-la, mas sabiam-se amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é não saber. Não saber mais se ele continua vendo tv quando acorda,  Não saber mais se ela continua clareando o cabelo, Não saber se ele ainda usa a camisa que você deu , Não saber se ela foi na consulta com o dermatologista como prometeu, não saber se ele ainda odeia quando alguém rouba comida do seu prato , se ela tem assistido as aulas de inglês, se ele muda quando corta o cabelo, se ela aprendeu a jogar futebol, se ele continua colocando o pé em cima do outro , se ela continua comendo igual a índia , se ele continua sorrindo, se ela continua dançando, se ela continua saindo, se ele continua lhe amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é não saber. Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais compridos, não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento, não saber como frear as lágrimas diante de uma música, não saber como vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é não querer saber. Não querer saber se ele está com outra, se ela está feliz, se ele está mais magro, se ela está mais bela. Saudade é nunca mais querer saber de quem se ama, e ainda assim, doer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3414570394797028035?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3414570394797028035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/trancar-o-dedo-numa-porta-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3414570394797028035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3414570394797028035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/trancar-o-dedo-numa-porta-doi.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-831650241707088400</id><published>2011-10-24T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:07:58.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há esperanças que é loucura ter. Pois eu digo-te que se não fossem essas já eu teria desistido da vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-831650241707088400?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/831650241707088400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-esperancas-que-e-loucura-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/831650241707088400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/831650241707088400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-esperancas-que-e-loucura-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4970951601845805989</id><published>2011-10-22T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:09:02.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4970951601845805989?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4970951601845805989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ta_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4970951601845805989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4970951601845805989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ta_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7106584804687566274</id><published>2011-10-22T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:08:49.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo que me desejar de negativo,baterá no peito e voltará pra voce em forma de amor e paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7106584804687566274?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7106584804687566274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-que-me-desejar-de-negativobatera_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7106584804687566274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7106584804687566274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-que-me-desejar-de-negativobatera_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2262538253205735278</id><published>2011-10-18T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:56:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Você pode não ser o primeiro homem dela, o último homem dela ou o único homem dela. Ela amou antes, pode ser que ela ame de novo. Mas se ela o ama agora, o que mais importa? Ela não é perfeita - você também não é, e vocês dois podem nunca ser perfeitos juntos, mas se ela te faz rir, te faz pensar duas vezes, e admite ser humana e cometer erros, segure-se a ela e dê a ela o máximo que você puder. Ela pode não estar pensando em você a cada segundo do dia, mas ela te dará uma parte dela que ela sabe que você pode quebrar - o coração dela. Então não machuque ela, não mude ela, não analise e não espere mais do que ela pode dar. Sorria quando ela te fizer feliz, diga a ela quando ela te deixar com raiva, e sinta a falta dela quando ela não estiver por perto.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley... grande mestre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2262538253205735278?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2262538253205735278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-pode-nao-ser-o-primeiro-homem-dela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2262538253205735278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2262538253205735278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-pode-nao-ser-o-primeiro-homem-dela.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1575316054912731839</id><published>2011-10-16T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:42:45.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então valerá a pena se arriscar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditar no erro que o destino é capaz,&lt;br /&gt;Então mergulharemos no fundo, naquele profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Insano e doce, desejo intenso, de um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;E se o amor soubesse que o tempo aparece&lt;br /&gt;Na face, no corpo e deixa seus sinais?&lt;br /&gt;E se o amor entendesse que felicidade tem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Que em uma hora dessas&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta demais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1575316054912731839?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1575316054912731839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/entao-valera-pena-se-arriscar-no-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1575316054912731839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1575316054912731839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/entao-valera-pena-se-arriscar-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7416507769622093551</id><published>2011-10-16T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:38:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desisti de salvar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;quero salvar somente o dia&lt;br /&gt;salvar a alegria do nosso encontro&lt;br /&gt;então me preocupo em manter&lt;br /&gt;a doçura do rosto&lt;br /&gt;a leveza do traço&lt;br /&gt;o balançar do corpo&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo em teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;então me despreocupo&lt;br /&gt;me ocupo ao teu agrado&lt;br /&gt;é isso que vale&lt;br /&gt;o resto ao acaso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7416507769622093551?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7416507769622093551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/desisti-de-salvar-o-mundo-quero-salvar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7416507769622093551'/><link rel='self' 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se aprende a ser grande;&lt;br /&gt;que em muito há de ser tolerante&lt;br /&gt;que a fé sozinha não é o bastante;&lt;br /&gt;quero passa por tudo, em tudo&lt;br /&gt;aprendendo de todos;&lt;br /&gt;calando mais meus impulsos&lt;br /&gt;escutando mais de meu Deus;&lt;br /&gt;porque daí eu eu sei&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou estar pronta&lt;br /&gt;e que amadurecer não é somente&lt;br /&gt;uma questão se ter sorte,&lt;br /&gt;que embora assim pequena&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ter aprendido a ser forte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6464550755941733434?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6464550755941733434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-nao-quero-perder-nada-dos-meus-erros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6464550755941733434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6464550755941733434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-nao-quero-perder-nada-dos-meus-erros.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-174554243153016266</id><published>2011-10-16T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:20:12.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu entro nesse barco, é só me pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisa de jeito certo, só dizer e eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que quero ingressar nessa viagem, mas pra isso&lt;br /&gt;preciso saber se você vai também. Porque sozinha, não vou.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como remar sozinha, eu ficaria girando&lt;br /&gt;em torno de mim mesma.Mas olha, eu só entro nesse barco&lt;br /&gt;se você prometer remar também!&lt;br /&gt;Eu abandono tudo, história, passado, cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;Mudo o visual, deixo o cabelo crescer, começo a comer direito,&lt;br /&gt;vou todo dia pra academia. Mas você tem que prometer&lt;br /&gt;que vai remar também, com vontade!&lt;br /&gt;Mas você tem que remar também.&lt;br /&gt;Eu desisto fácil, você sabe.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez essa viagem não dure mais do que alguns minutos,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu entro nesse barco, é só me pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Perco o medo de dirigir só pra atravessar&lt;br /&gt;o mundo pra te ver todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se esse barco estiver furado eu vou, basta me pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a gente tem que afundar junto&lt;br /&gt;e descobrir que é possível nadar junto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te ensino a nadar, juro!&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que me prometer&lt;br /&gt;que essa viagem não vai ser a toa,que vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Que por você vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Que por nós vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Remar.&lt;br /&gt;Re-amar.&lt;br /&gt;Amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-174554243153016266?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/174554243153016266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-entro-nesse-barco-e-so-me-pedir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/174554243153016266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/174554243153016266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-entro-nesse-barco-e-so-me-pedir.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-186097857096851163</id><published>2011-10-14T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:41:21.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ou insiste ou desiste.. meio termo me cansa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-186097857096851163?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/186097857096851163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ou-insiste-ou-desiste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/186097857096851163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/186097857096851163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ou-insiste-ou-desiste.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5682462456967147659</id><published>2011-10-13T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:28:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Vai passar, tu sabes que vai passar. Talvez não amanhã, mas dentro de uma semana, um mês ou dois, quem sabe? O verão está aí, haverá sol quase todos os dias, e sempre resta essa coisa chamada 'impulso vital'. Pois esse impulso ás vezes cruel, porque não permite que nenhuma dor insista por muito tempo, te empurrará quem sabe para o sol, para o mar, para uma nova estrada qualquer e, de repente, no meio de uma frase ou de um movimento te surpreenderás pensando algo assim como 'estou contente outra vez' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5682462456967147659?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5682462456967147659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-passar-tu-sabes-que-vai-passar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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homem foi-se embora&lt;br /&gt;Prometendo voltar já&lt;br /&gt;Mas as ondas não tem hora, morena&lt;br /&gt;De partir ou de voltar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2749134179006700532?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2749134179006700532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/seu-homem-foi-se-embora-prometendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2749134179006700532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2749134179006700532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/seu-homem-foi-se-embora-prometendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6494713665101204994</id><published>2011-10-12T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:30:21.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desencontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua lembrança me dói tanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto pra ver&lt;br /&gt;Se espanto esse mal&lt;br /&gt;Mas só sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Um verso banal&lt;br /&gt;Fala em você&lt;br /&gt;Canta você&lt;br /&gt;É sempre igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrou desse nosso desencontro&lt;br /&gt;Um conto de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem ponto final&lt;br /&gt;Retrato sem cor&lt;br /&gt;Jogado aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;E saudades fúteis&lt;br /&gt;Saudades frágeis&lt;br /&gt;Meros papéis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se você ainda é o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Ou se cortou os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Rasgou o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda tem saudades&lt;br /&gt;E sofre como eu&lt;br /&gt;Ou tudo já passou&lt;br /&gt;Já tem um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Já me esquece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( chico boarque )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6494713665101204994?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6494713665101204994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/desencontro-sua-lembranca-me-doi-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6494713665101204994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6494713665101204994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/desencontro-sua-lembranca-me-doi-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4238390016213785086</id><published>2011-10-10T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:18:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;que é para te dar coragem &lt;br /&gt;pra seguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;quando a noite vem &lt;br /&gt;E também para me perpetuar em tua escrava &lt;br /&gt;Que você pega , esfrega , nega &lt;br /&gt;Mas não lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Chico Buarque )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4238390016213785086?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-3318908005053240464</id><published>2011-10-10T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:17:51.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não há memória mais terrivel do que a pele..&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça pensa que esquece..&lt;br /&gt;O coração sente que passou..&lt;br /&gt;Mas a pele arde, invulnerável ao tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inês Pedrosa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3318908005053240464?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3318908005053240464/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7592481880693486506</id><published>2011-10-06T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T18:36:12.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não é preciso mostrar beleza ao cego nem dizer verdades ao surdo. &lt;br /&gt;Basta não mentir para quem te escuta, nem decepcionar os olhos de quem te vê&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7592481880693486506?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7592481880693486506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-e-preciso-mostrar-beleza-ao-cego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7592481880693486506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7592481880693486506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-e-preciso-mostrar-beleza-ao-cego.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1863791298997837670</id><published>2011-10-06T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:40:50.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1xKYNb-Z0Q/To2968w-A7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tl-IpCoiKFc/s1600/298452_285159774847371_248170108546338_1084859_572986947_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1xKYNb-Z0Q/To2968w-A7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tl-IpCoiKFc/s400/298452_285159774847371_248170108546338_1084859_572986947_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa é capaz de conseguir qualquer coisa se o seu entusiasmo não tiver limites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1863791298997837670?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1863791298997837670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-pessoa-e-capaz-de-conseguir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1863791298997837670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1863791298997837670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-pessoa-e-capaz-de-conseguir.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1xKYNb-Z0Q/To2968w-A7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tl-IpCoiKFc/s72-c/298452_285159774847371_248170108546338_1084859_572986947_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7756460901315998784</id><published>2011-10-06T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:33:42.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aprendi que o amor é feito de liberdade. É como ter, todos os dias, muitas outras opções. E ainda assim fazer a mesma livre escolha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7756460901315998784?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7756460901315998784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/aprendi-que-o-amor-e-feito-de-liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7756460901315998784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7756460901315998784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/aprendi-que-o-amor-e-feito-de-liberdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8409904505574155444</id><published>2011-10-06T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:21:18.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não sei se você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso tanto te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tô parado aqui pensando&lt;br /&gt;Onde é que anda você&lt;br /&gt;Será que você tá na minha?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei lá o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu fã de carteirinha&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, seja o que Deus quiser&lt;br /&gt;(...)Pois quando a gente se ama é um show&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o amor da gente recomeçou&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia ele aumenta&lt;br /&gt;E o coração não agüenta&lt;br /&gt;De tanto que te esperou...&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente você me deixa só&lt;br /&gt;Aí então a cabeça dá um nó&lt;br /&gt;Assim não muda de assunto&lt;br /&gt;Porque a gente não tá junto&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá são coisas do amor (...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8409904505574155444?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8409904505574155444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-nao-sei-se-voce-sabe-mas-preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8409904505574155444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8409904505574155444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-nao-sei-se-voce-sabe-mas-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7950310367848173175</id><published>2011-10-05T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:24:07.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Bpv48BOKSUk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bpv48BOKSUk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bpv48BOKSUk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎"Nos faz pensar que tudo com que nos preocupamos é tão patético."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7950310367848173175?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7950310367848173175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/nos-faz-pensar-que-tudo-com-que-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7950310367848173175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7950310367848173175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/nos-faz-pensar-que-tudo-com-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-3965665277524733476</id><published>2011-10-05T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:50:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0Uoky6Feg0/ToyK3i6BVMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D03xE8Pej3E/s1600/tumblr_lqgjl1g7Iw1qdfytto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0Uoky6Feg0/ToyK3i6BVMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D03xE8Pej3E/s400/tumblr_lqgjl1g7Iw1qdfytto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;liberdade louca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3965665277524733476?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3965665277524733476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/liberdade-louca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3965665277524733476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3965665277524733476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/liberdade-louca.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0Uoky6Feg0/ToyK3i6BVMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/D03xE8Pej3E/s72-c/tumblr_lqgjl1g7Iw1qdfytto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5728209938922402397</id><published>2011-10-05T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:23:36.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto uma falta absurda de você. Ficou um vazio que ninguém (pre)enche. E penso e repenso e trepenso em você por aí.&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu. Carta a Sérgio Keuchgerian)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5728209938922402397?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5728209938922402397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/sinto-uma-falta-absurda-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5728209938922402397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5728209938922402397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/sinto-uma-falta-absurda-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8455172949778580001</id><published>2011-10-05T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:05:09.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Vai ser sempre meu melhor amigo...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8455172949778580001?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8455172949778580001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-ser-sempre-meu-melhor-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8455172949778580001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8455172949778580001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/10/vai-ser-sempre-meu-melhor-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5257839228467272937</id><published>2011-09-29T08:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:39:46.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem alguma coisa errada... eu sinto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5257839228467272937?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5257839228467272937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/tem-alguma-coisa-errada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>O meu desafio é andar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Esperar no tempo os nossos destino&lt;br /&gt;Não olhar pra trás, esperar a paz&lt;br /&gt;O que me traz&lt;br /&gt;A ausência do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Traz nas asas um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo eu sendo menina aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu Deus me traz de volta esse menino&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que eu tenho é o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;João de Barro eu te entendo agora&lt;br /&gt;Por favor me ensine como guardar meu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3131371983466929045?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3131371983466929045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-meu-desafio-e-andar-sozinho-esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3131371983466929045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3131371983466929045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-meu-desafio-e-andar-sozinho-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4508876732438160011</id><published>2011-09-28T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:22:54.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Levanta a cabeça truta, onde estiver seja lá como for, &lt;br /&gt;Tenha fé porque ate no lixão nasce flor''&lt;br /&gt;( Racionais mc )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4508876732438160011?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4508876732438160011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/levanta-cabeca-truta-onde-estiver-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4508876732438160011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4508876732438160011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/levanta-cabeca-truta-onde-estiver-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5163942325223096010</id><published>2011-09-28T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:17:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um coração aberto é uma mente aberta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5163942325223096010?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5163942325223096010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-coracao-aberto-e-uma-mente-aberta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5163942325223096010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5163942325223096010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-coracao-aberto-e-uma-mente-aberta.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-736335928205005164</id><published>2011-09-28T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:12:19.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pouco importa o julgamento dos outros.Os seres são tão contraditórios que é impossivel atender às suas demandas, satisfazê-los. Tenha em mente simplesmente ser autêntico e verdadeiro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-736335928205005164?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/736335928205005164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/pouco-importa-o-julgamento-dos-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/736335928205005164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/736335928205005164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/pouco-importa-o-julgamento-dos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4353267116598966777</id><published>2011-09-28T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:08:48.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dê a quem você ama: asas para voar, raízes para voltar e motivos para ficar." &lt;br /&gt;(Dalai Lama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4353267116598966777?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4353267116598966777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-quem-voce-ama-asas-para-voar-raizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4353267116598966777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4353267116598966777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-quem-voce-ama-asas-para-voar-raizes.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2289661607247396700</id><published>2011-09-27T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:57:09.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/HtmLX4Qp4jI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtmLX4Qp4jI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HtmLX4Qp4jI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtmLX4Qp4jI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtmLX4Qp4jI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtmLX4Qp4jI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' espero que o tempo passe .. espero que a semana acabe , pra que eu possa te ver de novo ..&lt;br /&gt;espero que o tempo voe , para que você retorne , pra que eu possa te abraçar .. e te beijar... de novo! ''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2289661607247396700?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2289661607247396700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2289661607247396700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2289661607247396700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5439796738099440728</id><published>2011-09-24T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T08:14:26.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2SejtUSfrc/Tn3zwWsk2II/AAAAAAAAANw/1QGzZpSxrSQ/s1600/OgAAAJbc-gP8dglEe7Zl6CITMwczlniOoj-yAoDK8IM9b6oazQF_xI724wvVGtWjX4Kv9J069_xeiX94wxNbkJwmUTEAm1T1UHhEO1XbxkxuPH-zAJ6G3ztvp_ie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2SejtUSfrc/Tn3zwWsk2II/AAAAAAAAANw/1QGzZpSxrSQ/s320/OgAAAJbc-gP8dglEe7Zl6CITMwczlniOoj-yAoDK8IM9b6oazQF_xI724wvVGtWjX4Kv9J069_xeiX94wxNbkJwmUTEAm1T1UHhEO1XbxkxuPH-zAJ6G3ztvp_ie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Quando a dor te torturar&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Os teus dias tristonhos, vazios&lt;br /&gt;Sorrirr..''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5439796738099440728?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5439796738099440728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorrir-quando-dor-te-torturar-e-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5439796738099440728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5439796738099440728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorrir-quando-dor-te-torturar-e-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2SejtUSfrc/Tn3zwWsk2II/AAAAAAAAANw/1QGzZpSxrSQ/s72-c/OgAAAJbc-gP8dglEe7Zl6CITMwczlniOoj-yAoDK8IM9b6oazQF_xI724wvVGtWjX4Kv9J069_xeiX94wxNbkJwmUTEAm1T1UHhEO1XbxkxuPH-zAJ6G3ztvp_ie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1945422073879845579</id><published>2011-09-24T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T08:01:29.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MTciajVhEo/Tn3wsGHY0wI/AAAAAAAAANs/dSfDfX4uiYQ/s1600/forget_it_scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MTciajVhEo/Tn3wsGHY0wI/AAAAAAAAANs/dSfDfX4uiYQ/s320/forget_it_scaled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Deixa a pirraça, o ranço,&lt;br /&gt;as mágoas de lado, uai,&lt;br /&gt;Pra trás, os pretéritos imperfeitos.''&lt;br /&gt;(Gabito Nunes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1945422073879845579?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1945422073879845579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixa-pirraca-o-ranco-as-magoas-de-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1945422073879845579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1945422073879845579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixa-pirraca-o-ranco-as-magoas-de-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MTciajVhEo/Tn3wsGHY0wI/AAAAAAAAANs/dSfDfX4uiYQ/s72-c/forget_it_scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7308455533725696496</id><published>2011-09-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:45:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrr-9ZHcs_g/TnqE7n9ph2I/AAAAAAAAANo/QHA3WihPhCQ/s1600/a-bela-e-a-fera.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrr-9ZHcs_g/TnqE7n9ph2I/AAAAAAAAANo/QHA3WihPhCQ/s1600/a-bela-e-a-fera.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Um conto velho como o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tão verdadeiro quanto pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Dificilmente seriam amigos(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre apenas a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Sempre como antes&lt;br /&gt;Sempre apenas com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De como quando nasce o sol''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7308455533725696496?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7308455533725696496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-conto-velho-como-o-tempo-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7308455533725696496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7308455533725696496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-conto-velho-como-o-tempo-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrr-9ZHcs_g/TnqE7n9ph2I/AAAAAAAAANo/QHA3WihPhCQ/s72-c/a-bela-e-a-fera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2758324158771191657</id><published>2011-09-21T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:36:17.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyVx1B-FeGw/TnqChvY9oRI/AAAAAAAAANk/b7P_rX5b7cM/s1600/moulin-rouge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyVx1B-FeGw/TnqChvY9oRI/AAAAAAAAANk/b7P_rX5b7cM/s320/moulin-rouge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Anyway, the thing is&lt;br /&gt;What I really mean&lt;br /&gt;You got the sweetest eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've ever seen''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2758324158771191657?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2758324158771191657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/anyway-thing-is-what-i-really-mean-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2758324158771191657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2758324158771191657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/anyway-thing-is-what-i-really-mean-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyVx1B-FeGw/TnqChvY9oRI/AAAAAAAAANk/b7P_rX5b7cM/s72-c/moulin-rouge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-3813842794597887046</id><published>2011-09-21T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:30:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfnjOMrYkW8/TnqBkPaoFBI/AAAAAAAAANg/a4mwZBw1zp0/s1600/a+bela+adormecida.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfnjOMrYkW8/TnqBkPaoFBI/AAAAAAAAANg/a4mwZBw1zp0/s320/a+bela+adormecida.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Foi você o sonho bonito que eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Foi você eu lembro tão bem você na linda visão&lt;br /&gt;E me fez sentir que o meu amor nasceu então&lt;br /&gt;E aqui está você, somente você a mesma visão&lt;br /&gt;Aquela do sonho que eu sonhei...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-3813842794597887046?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/3813842794597887046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/foi-voce-o-sonho-bonito-que-eu-sonhei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3813842794597887046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/3813842794597887046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/foi-voce-o-sonho-bonito-que-eu-sonhei.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfnjOMrYkW8/TnqBkPaoFBI/AAAAAAAAANg/a4mwZBw1zp0/s72-c/a+bela+adormecida.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7625210867606917150</id><published>2011-09-20T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:28:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não me peçam razões, que não as tenho, &lt;br /&gt;Ou darei quantas queiram: bem sabemos &lt;br /&gt;Que razões são palavras, todas nascem &lt;br /&gt;Da mansa hipocrisia que aprendemos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7625210867606917150?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7625210867606917150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-me-pecam-razoes-que-nao-as-tenho-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7625210867606917150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7625210867606917150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-me-pecam-razoes-que-nao-as-tenho-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-7466144014707124765</id><published>2011-09-20T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:01:46.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Sabe, eu acho que não sei fechar ciclos, colocar pontos finais. Comigo são sempre virgulas, aspas, reticências… eu vou gostando… eu vou cuidando, eu vou desculpando, eu vou superando, eu vou compreendendo, eu vou relevando, eu vou… e continuo indo, assim, desse jeito, sem virar páginas, sem colocar pontos…''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-7466144014707124765?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/7466144014707124765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/sabe-eu-acho-que-nao-sei-fechar-ciclos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7466144014707124765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/7466144014707124765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/sabe-eu-acho-que-nao-sei-fechar-ciclos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8851711279512539700</id><published>2011-09-20T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:58:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vê se ri um pouco. Tenho aprendido que tudo tem jeito, o tempo é remédio pra tudo, vivendo e aprendendo. Por aí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8851711279512539700?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8851711279512539700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/ve-se-ri-um-pouco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8851711279512539700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8851711279512539700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/ve-se-ri-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-5237125806729077553</id><published>2011-09-20T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:57:48.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Porque, pra viver de verdade, a gente tem que quebrar a cara. Tem que tentar e não conseguir. Achar que vai dar e ver que não deu.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-5237125806729077553?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/5237125806729077553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/porque-pra-viver-de-verdade-gente-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5237125806729077553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/5237125806729077553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/porque-pra-viver-de-verdade-gente-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-4496882740300419825</id><published>2011-09-20T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:52:31.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No começo fiquei com raiva, achei que ele não pensou em mais ninguém quando desapareceu. Só nele mesmo. Mas a gente nunca pode julgar o que acontece dentro dos outros. Ele queria outra coisa. &lt;br /&gt;Caio F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-4496882740300419825?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/4496882740300419825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-comeco-fiquei-com-raiva-achei-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4496882740300419825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/4496882740300419825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-comeco-fiquei-com-raiva-achei-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-1836437714115762512</id><published>2011-09-19T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:14:07.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Este é o nosso mundo.&lt;br /&gt;O que é demais nunca é o bastante...a primeira vez é sempre a ultima chance.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-1836437714115762512?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/1836437714115762512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/este-e-o-nosso-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1836437714115762512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/1836437714115762512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/este-e-o-nosso-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-375170413003806707</id><published>2011-09-19T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:10:48.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Eu permito a todos serem como quiserem, e a mim &lt;br /&gt;como devo ser.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-375170413003806707?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/375170413003806707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-permito-todos-serem-como-quiserem-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/375170413003806707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/375170413003806707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-permito-todos-serem-como-quiserem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8140401868358418657</id><published>2011-09-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:46:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia pretendo&lt;br /&gt;Tentar descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Porque é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe mentir&lt;br /&gt;Não quero lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu minto também[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato Russo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8140401868358418657?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8140401868358418657/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8392509614249940170</id><published>2011-09-19T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:45:01.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se fosse só sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem sempre algo mais&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for&lt;br /&gt;É uma dor que dói no peito&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir agora&lt;br /&gt;Que estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas não venha me roubar...&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato Russo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8392509614249940170?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6313537681855600556</id><published>2011-09-02T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:48:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sei que todos os dias quando eu acordo Deus dá um sorriso e me diz: Estou te dando a chance de tentar de novo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6313537681855600556?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6313537681855600556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-8454828034726045190</id><published>2011-08-02T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:54:53.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'' Por toda vontade que cresce dentro de mim a cada dia, eu posso dizer que a sua ausência é a pior dor que eu poderia suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que a saudade que eu sinto é convertida para nós nos melhores beijos, melhores toques e nas palavras mais bonitas dos nossos reencontros. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que agora tenho você e você tem a mim. Assim não precisamos mais nos enganar ou nos iludir. &lt;br /&gt;Sabe, sonhar e desonhar é muito cansativo.&lt;br /&gt;Home, sweet home.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana Barreto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-8454828034726045190?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/8454828034726045190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-toda-vontade-que-cresce-dentro-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8454828034726045190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/8454828034726045190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-toda-vontade-que-cresce-dentro-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-2219982311762088639</id><published>2011-06-29T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:01:46.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30kx7MZOm2g/TgvWMN7oTmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EIxsn8dKbLs/s1600/blog+agora+mesmo%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30kx7MZOm2g/TgvWMN7oTmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EIxsn8dKbLs/s320/blog+agora+mesmo%2521.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tô com saudade de tu, meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Tô com saudade do beijo e do mel&lt;br /&gt;Do teu olhar carinhoso&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço gostoso&lt;br /&gt;De passear no teu céu&lt;br /&gt;É tão difícil ficar sem você&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor é gostoso demais&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro me dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você&lt;br /&gt;Estou nos braços da paz&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento viaja&lt;br /&gt;E vai buscar meu bem-querer&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ser feliz, assim&lt;br /&gt;Tem dó de mim&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu posso fazer ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-2219982311762088639?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/2219982311762088639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-com-saudade-de-tu-meu-desejo-to-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2219982311762088639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/2219982311762088639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-com-saudade-de-tu-meu-desejo-to-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30kx7MZOm2g/TgvWMN7oTmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EIxsn8dKbLs/s72-c/blog+agora+mesmo%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145625706906146134.post-6315648604708040309</id><published>2011-06-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:54:48.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voce não cresceria se eu o mantivesse preso num pequeno vaso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu compreendi a tempo que voce precisava de muito espaço..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caio f&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145625706906146134-6315648604708040309?l=marinagalvao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/feeds/6315648604708040309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-nao-cresceria-se-eu-o-mantivesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6315648604708040309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145625706906146134/posts/default/6315648604708040309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinagalvao.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-nao-cresceria-se-eu-o-mantivesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina Galvão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745081216668599825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9e3dAcIauw/TnfQnGQ0N5I/AAAAAAAAANE/Ebpx7g15JRs/s220/224309_148830625187465_100001815851306_298978_2998845_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
