<?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-194255846837044961</id><updated>2011-09-26T17:58:13.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrícia In the Sky With Diamonds.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Se regar demais eu morro. Se regar de menos eu morro. Se regar na medida eu morro de tédio porque não nasci pra flor."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-8158756177337962504</id><published>2011-09-18T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:54:51.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Não sou e nunca fui de amar pela metade, e creio que nunca vou aprender a ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de uma garota nova apaixonada costumam serem jogadas ao vento por parecerem passageiras, mas eu sou feita de verdades e certezas.&lt;br /&gt;A minha maior certeza de hoje: Não me sinto forte o suficiente pra pensar em te deixar. Clichê falar que você é uma parte de mim, mas talvez seja essa a verdade..Voce me ajudou a construir o que eu sou, a ser forte e não cair diante de qualquer obstáculo na minha vida, por todas essas coisas eu soube estar do seu lado quando voce precisou. E não me arrependo. Sorri, chorei, sofri, chorei, chorei, e chorei. Mas estive no lugar certo na hora certa. Tive a oportunidade de trazer voce pra minha vida denovo, e tudo o que tenho em mente é manter voce aqui nos meus braços, te cuidar e te amar enquanto eu viver.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil, por um momento lembrar de como sempre foi a vida com voce, e imaginar ela sem voce aqui..&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que voce é, por tudo o que me tornou, pelo quanto me faz feliz, pelo quanto me faz sorrir, pelo quanto me faz sentir viva, Te Amo como nunca antes...&lt;br /&gt;J.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-8158756177337962504?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8158756177337962504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/sou-e-nunca-fui-de-amar-pela-metade-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/8158756177337962504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/8158756177337962504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/sou-e-nunca-fui-de-amar-pela-metade-e.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-3400710285898895691</id><published>2011-09-09T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:18:44.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go fuck YourSelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irE3Mct6n4k/Tmqcj-dZuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/bAJD0RODvKM/s1600/DSC09117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irE3Mct6n4k/Tmqcj-dZuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/bAJD0RODvKM/s320/DSC09117.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pra palhaço eu dou uma moeda, dou risada e saio andando!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-3400710285898895691?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3400710285898895691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-fuck-your-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/3400710285898895691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/3400710285898895691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-fuck-your-self.html' title='Go fuck YourSelf'/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irE3Mct6n4k/Tmqcj-dZuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/bAJD0RODvKM/s72-c/DSC09117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-152757140520497707</id><published>2011-09-06T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:10:21.372-07:00</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/-R3wMbS1mark/TmbyCoycjGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ooS5Dlxn1ao/s1600/Dark_Girl_by_BloodyZone_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3wMbS1mark/TmbyCoycjGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ooS5Dlxn1ao/s320/Dark_Girl_by_BloodyZone_large.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chorando a noite toda, gritando por alguém para te salvar, mas ninguém pode te ouvir; E você está sozinha e perdida denovo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Monstros gritando chamando &amp;nbsp;seu nome, e você só consegue ouvir o desejo da morte. E adivinha o que mais? Ninguém vai te ouvir, você está condenada em sua dor e esse carma é seu. E tudo o que ouve é o desejo do demônio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ela não olha pra trás, e do sangue agora tudo é negro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gritando e sangrando a noite toda, e ninguém ainda sabe como achar você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E querida, você parece tão pálida, e seus lábios tão frios. E querida, agora eles vêem que é tarde demais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Esse texto meio 'grotesco' eu escrevi enquanto ouvia algumas músicas de uma banda que eu gosto muito, e infelizmente lembrava de uma amiga muito próxima. Nem tudo na vida são rosas, não é?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-152757140520497707?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/152757140520497707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/chorando-noite-toda-gritando-por-alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/152757140520497707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/152757140520497707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/chorando-noite-toda-gritando-por-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3wMbS1mark/TmbyCoycjGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ooS5Dlxn1ao/s72-c/Dark_Girl_by_BloodyZone_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-6522516003838709521</id><published>2011-09-06T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:10:46.783-07:00</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/-cL9M_WrCF7s/TmbwYDgzQAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BXMAoOjG1ZM/s1600/tumblr_lkiqsxoT221qgvnsmo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cL9M_WrCF7s/TmbwYDgzQAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BXMAoOjG1ZM/s320/tumblr_lkiqsxoT221qgvnsmo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Aquilo apagava sua raiva, deixava sua personalidade em frangalhos. Quem era ela sem ele? Porque a atração por ele sempre sobrepunha a qualquer coisa que tentava afastá-la dele? Razão, instinto, autopreservação: nada daquilo jamais conseguira competir. Devia ser parte do castigo dele, que ela ficasse presa a ele para sempre, como uma marionete de seu criador. Ela sabia que não devia querê-lo com cada fibra de seu ser, mas não conseguia evitar. Olhar para ele, sentindo seu toque, o resto do mundo se desvanecia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-6522516003838709521?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6522516003838709521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/aquilo-apagava-sua-raiva-deixava-sua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/6522516003838709521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/6522516003838709521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/aquilo-apagava-sua-raiva-deixava-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cL9M_WrCF7s/TmbwYDgzQAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BXMAoOjG1ZM/s72-c/tumblr_lkiqsxoT221qgvnsmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-9115393559075498781</id><published>2011-09-06T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:55:37.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYtpjs4aR4o/TmbrKxISBpI/AAAAAAAAABo/g_HAEKB--Bs/s1600/tumblr_ljewjd3uH31qeew2bo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYtpjs4aR4o/TmbrKxISBpI/AAAAAAAAABo/g_HAEKB--Bs/s320/tumblr_ljewjd3uH31qeew2bo1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-9115393559075498781?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9115393559075498781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/9115393559075498781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/9115393559075498781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-all.html' title='That&apos;s All'/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYtpjs4aR4o/TmbrKxISBpI/AAAAAAAAABo/g_HAEKB--Bs/s72-c/tumblr_ljewjd3uH31qeew2bo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-576941308822434404</id><published>2011-09-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:11:14.816-07:00</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/-9ZVv4Cx8i40/TmbovS-wazI/AAAAAAAAABk/fvejfHLuLSA/s1600/DSC09125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZVv4Cx8i40/TmbovS-wazI/AAAAAAAAABk/fvejfHLuLSA/s320/DSC09125.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Percebi que sou feita de detalhes, gosto do mais simples, nada precisa chamar atenção. Gosto de uma tarde agradável deitada debaixo da sombra de uma árvore sob o céu; Gosto de andar de mãos dadas; Gosto de um beijo na testa antes de partir; Gosto de lembranças em cada canto de casa que me faça lembrar; Gosto da demonstração de afeto mais simples e sincera; Gosto do cheiro; Gosto da presença; Gosto do meu. Gosto de lembrar como é a vida depois que você tem tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-576941308822434404?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/576941308822434404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/percebi-que-sou-feita-de-detalhes-gosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/576941308822434404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/576941308822434404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/percebi-que-sou-feita-de-detalhes-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZVv4Cx8i40/TmbovS-wazI/AAAAAAAAABk/fvejfHLuLSA/s72-c/DSC09125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-2214229409941804076</id><published>2011-08-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:14:11.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_GKPsZrMNk/Tl203WXyGFI/AAAAAAAAABU/3zKAfYxcgvA/s1600/tumblr_lhjrouI3vD1qgba2vo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_GKPsZrMNk/Tl203WXyGFI/AAAAAAAAABU/3zKAfYxcgvA/s320/tumblr_lhjrouI3vD1qgba2vo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;"Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro,&lt;br /&gt;nem estes olhos tão vazios, nem o lábio amargo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,&lt;br /&gt;tão paradas e frias e mortas;&lt;br /&gt;eu não tinha este coração que nem se mostra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não dei por esta mudança,&lt;br /&gt;tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:&lt;br /&gt;Em que espelho ficou perdida a minha face?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; - Cecília Meireles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-2214229409941804076?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2214229409941804076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/08/marcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/2214229409941804076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/2214229409941804076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/08/marcas.html' title='Marcas'/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_GKPsZrMNk/Tl203WXyGFI/AAAAAAAAABU/3zKAfYxcgvA/s72-c/tumblr_lhjrouI3vD1qgba2vo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-5891775058462317069</id><published>2011-08-30T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:05:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda garota foda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8eE6Q61_Wc/Tl2y3GxdrpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-6ZMsFWdN8/s1600/tumblr_lqmhn4o4E71qhel9po1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8eE6Q61_Wc/Tl2y3GxdrpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-6ZMsFWdN8/s320/tumblr_lqmhn4o4E71qhel9po1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;"é resultado de um ex-namorado idiota, de um pai machista, de uma sociedade preconceituosa, de uma mente além do seu tempo, de uma dor tão grande que queimou seus sentimentos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-5891775058462317069?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5891775058462317069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/08/toda-garota-foda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/5891775058462317069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/5891775058462317069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/08/toda-garota-foda.html' title='Toda garota foda'/><author><name>Patrícia ⋆</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09116002787068446633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8eE6Q61_Wc/Tl2y3GxdrpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z-6ZMsFWdN8/s72-c/tumblr_lqmhn4o4E71qhel9po1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194255846837044961.post-7053233977663946584</id><published>2011-08-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:35:13.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"O que a memória ama, fica eterno. Te amo com a memória, imperecível"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tzzc9rz92q8/Tl2ob6-i1MI/AAAAAAAAABM/t8bSO6NeO9Q/s1600/DSC00442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tzzc9rz92q8/Tl2ob6-i1MI/AAAAAAAAABM/t8bSO6NeO9Q/s320/DSC00442.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;aquela dos nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;br /&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/194255846837044961-7053233977663946584?l=blackdyingrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7053233977663946584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/7053233977663946584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/194255846837044961/posts/default/7053233977663946584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackdyingrose.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-nao-e-se-envolver-com-pessoa.html' title='&quot;O que a memória ama, fica eterno. 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