<?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-2900468360147330700</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:42.464-10:00</updated><category term='sonhos'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='Poesias sexys'/><category term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Conto de Farsas</title><subtitle type='html'>Eh soh um conto de farsas, poesias, pensamentos, palavras em conjunto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-6569838009618997217</id><published>2008-09-07T14:45:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:49:16.156-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perdi essa sensaçao ridicula de morte. Foi por pouco tempo, ainda bem.&lt;br /&gt; Encontrei uma redaçao que eu fiz quando estava na sexta serie. Vou botar um fragmento que achei bem interessante. A redaçao tinha como tema 'o que espero para os proximos anos'&lt;br /&gt;'Eu espero ter a vida como eh hoje, com algumas tristezas e muitas felicidades. Espero ser biologa, quero fazer biologia na UENF, morar sozinha, sem minha mae. Ela eh muito chata, sempre quer que eu faça alguma coisa, arrume o quarto, arrume o guarda roupa, mas amo ela [erro de portugues, mas vou botar do jeito que estah aqui!] do mesmo jeito.'&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a parte que eu mais gostei! Nao mudou muita coisa nao!&lt;br /&gt;A unica coisa que mudou foi que eu nao quero ter a vida que eu tenho hoje. A vida de hoje nao tem muitas felicidades, muito poucas. Continuo querendo ser biologa, e continuo querendo morar sozinha, bem longe da minha mae chata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto eh isso!&lt;br /&gt;Sem poesias novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos de batom &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;da LiLith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-6569838009618997217?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/6569838009618997217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=6569838009618997217' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/6569838009618997217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/6569838009618997217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/09/perdi-essa-sensaao-ridicula-de-morte.html' title=''/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-4084829154244665756</id><published>2008-09-03T11:53:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:07:54.627-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem titulo, desculpe.</title><content type='html'>Hoje resolvi escrever em prosa, e nao to com cabeça para poesias. To ate meio feliz, nunca estou totalmente feliz. Sabe porque? ^^ Eu vou começar a tomar uns remedios para emagrecer, sao passados pelo medico mesmo, tudo direitinho. Espero emagrecer muito. Com essa obesidadissima minha nao da mais para ficar! Mas estou com medo de emagrecer e meus peitos (eles sao beem grandes, tamanho 48, mas nao tenho corpo para um tamanho desses) caiam, se eles cairem eu vou com a cara no chao! Acho que vou acabar fazendo uma cirurgiazinha so para tirar um pouquinho dessas melancias de mim. Depois eu aumento de novo! :)&lt;br /&gt;  Mudando o assunto, eu estou pensando seriamente em entrar numa relaçao seria com outro cara (detalhe: nao gosto dele), porque como muitos que comentaram no post anterior me aconselharam mudar e tentar esquecer o outro carinha que amo, e vou seguir. Nunca sigo conselhos, geralmente nao dao certo. Mas esse eu vou relevar.&lt;br /&gt;  Eu tenho sentido que eu vou morrer ou alguem muito proxima(o) de mim vai morrer. Eu, sinceramente, queria que fosse eu. Nao iria fazer tanta falta mesmo. E nao adianta falar que nao eh assim porque eh sim! Todo mundo me substitui. So estou preocupada com a minha avo, depois de perder uma filha deve ser duro perder uma neta, maas...a morte faz parte da 'vida'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Por enquanto, esses sao meus pensamentos, sentimentos e planos. Embora, os planos nunca terem dado certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito fugir, sabias? Fugir pra outra dimensao, pra ver se a 'vida' muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos de batom &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; da LiLith.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-4084829154244665756?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/4084829154244665756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=4084829154244665756' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/4084829154244665756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/4084829154244665756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-titulo-desculpe.html' title='Sem titulo, desculpe.'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-2282491709703519249</id><published>2008-08-29T12:00:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:03:38.403-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem ti mentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olho pra folha vazia,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gotas de lagrimas negras molhando-a&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero fazer uma poesia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sem inspiraçao&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com essa dor no coraçao&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada da para fazer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soh tentar te esquecer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim acho que vai parar de doer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou não.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora era para eu estar no cinema com voce e todo o pessoal, mas to em casa, escrevendo. Pq eu não fui? Ah, eh que eu estava/estou com medo de vc não me aceitar, não me querer, me dar um toco.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje a noite, vai ter um show, quero ir pra ver se tiro vc da minha cabeça por algumas horas, mas não posso. To sem dinheiro. Mesmo assim, esse show vai ser bem ruim, eu acho. Mas seria muito importante pra mim, iria conhecer novos carinhas, fazer novos amigos, interagir com novas pessoas, diferentes olhares...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maaas, eu estou confinada dentro da minha propria casa. Ao menos, vou te ver no churrasco domingo, espero que voce va.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geente, desculpa por esses posts super baixo astral! Eh pq eu tenho estado assim, sempre deprimida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijos de batom preto da LiLith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-2282491709703519249?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/2282491709703519249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=2282491709703519249' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/2282491709703519249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/2282491709703519249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sem-ti-mentos.html' title='Sem ti mentos'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-4469424313423447627</id><published>2008-08-22T10:27:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:47:35.132-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus confusamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a318/Peopleware/imagem_fumar_cerebro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a318/Peopleware/imagem_fumar_cerebro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não to com inspiração p escrever e eu não consigo 'guardar' poesias.&lt;br /&gt;Então vou escrever aqui o que eu ando pensando...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu estava pensando que eu acho que não gosto de gente, mas eh gente mesmo, ser humano. Para eu gostar de uma pessoa  tem que ser surreal o tamanho da alma dela.&lt;br /&gt;Sou seletiva mesmo, não falo com quem não gosto. Desprezo os que odeio. Ignoro os imbecis. Sei que isso pode ser idiota, mas eh a  verdade! Desde criança eu não gostava de gente, sempre tive poucos amigos aos quais estimo muito sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto, eu sempre achei meu professor de literatura um gato, ele estava bêbado na festa da Ploc e eu me aproveitei disso. Fiquei com ele mesmo, eu também tava um tanto chapada não soh de vodka como de maconha também, mas ainda estava com plena consciência, embora não parecesse. Hoje ele passou por mim na escola e me ignorou totalmente. Isso me deixou triste.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tenho um motivo pra ficar feliiz! Amanha eu vou ver filme na casa do menino que eu amo³! Quem sabe não rola alguma coisa? Espero que siim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto eh só isso, to sem inspiração, me desculpem!&lt;br /&gt;E, sim, a vida eh uma barriga! A minha tah com lombriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da LiLith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eu nao gosto do bom gosto,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao gosto do bom senso,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao gosto'&lt;br /&gt;Senhas - Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs.: Achei essa imagem um tanto interessante, embora fume um beck tambem..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-4469424313423447627?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/4469424313423447627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=4469424313423447627' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/4469424313423447627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/4469424313423447627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/meus-confusamentos.html' title='Meus confusamentos'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-4294261086426752163</id><published>2008-08-19T04:37:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:57:55.588-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias sexys'/><title type='text'>Filosofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chanteiro.blogia.com/upload/20061218210224-barriga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://chanteiro.blogia.com/upload/20061218210224-barriga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#717df0;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uma barriga&lt;br /&gt;As vezes d&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Berlin Sans FB;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#717df0;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i,&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tem lombriga&lt;br /&gt;Ve se me liga&lt;br /&gt;E nao esquece sua espiga&lt;br /&gt;Isso me intriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lilith e Little Foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesias idiotas e ridiculas feitas na fila da pipoca!&lt;br /&gt;¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha que postar isso aquiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da LiLith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-4294261086426752163?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/4294261086426752163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=4294261086426752163' title='41 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/4294261086426752163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/4294261086426752163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/filosofia.html' title='Filosofia'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-362284526326476587</id><published>2008-08-18T07:29:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:39:21.321-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguardando</title><content type='html'>Lamento&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; quer ver&lt;br /&gt;Ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; quer entender&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; vai morrer&lt;br /&gt;Vou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fazê&lt;/span&gt;-lo crescer,&lt;br /&gt;Florescer&lt;br /&gt;Quando anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;E for adormecer,&lt;br /&gt;De mim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; vai lembrar&lt;br /&gt;E comigo vai sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aula de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;matemática&lt;/span&gt;, como sempre, escutando I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kravitz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Entediada&lt;/span&gt;, mas feliz! Esse final de semana foi um tanto ruim, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; um tanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;otimo&lt;/span&gt;! Nada que uma terapia de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;salão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; possa fazer. Eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt; como ele tem um poder de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;manipulação&lt;/span&gt; sobre mim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt;h me convencendo de coisas que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; nunca me convenceria. E o melhor de tudo: o meu medo de ter medo passou!\0/  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Não,&lt;/span&gt; esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; eh o melhor de tudo, ele me chamou para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;viajar&lt;/span&gt; com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'E eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;soh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; que tem&lt;br /&gt;A cura do meu vicio&lt;br /&gt;De insistir nessa saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; vi'&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Legião&lt;/span&gt; Urbana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LiLith&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-362284526326476587?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/362284526326476587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=362284526326476587' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/362284526326476587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/362284526326476587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/aguardando.html' title='Aguardando'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-5657528537049330933</id><published>2008-08-15T16:07:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:12:44.552-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Sentidos :x</title><content type='html'>A agua do banho mais salgada&lt;br /&gt;A saudade mais doce&lt;br /&gt;O sabor mais acido&lt;br /&gt;O silencio mais pesado&lt;br /&gt;O olhar mais frio&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro mais macio&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo da arrepio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem pelo ultimo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;, foi super idiota, eu estava muito feliz, foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impulsão&lt;/span&gt;! Perdoem, por favor! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; gosto muito dessa poesia, mas botei ela mesmo eh isso que eu estou sentindo agora. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Feita&lt;/span&gt; na aula de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;matemática&lt;/span&gt;, pra variar!&lt;br /&gt;[meus posts n tem acento pq meu teclado tah desconfigurado ;/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BeijosdaLiLith&lt;/span&gt;.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-5657528537049330933?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/5657528537049330933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=5657528537049330933' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/5657528537049330933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/5657528537049330933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentidos-x.html' title='Sentidos :x'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-9188841916376854696</id><published>2008-08-13T11:54:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:03:28.215-10:00</updated><title type='text'>~. Pq tah fuçando meu orkut? :S</title><content type='html'>Estou totalmente sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inspiraçao&lt;/span&gt; para escrever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fiz&lt;/span&gt; poemas, musicas, mas tudo uma porcaria, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt; valia a pena botar aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Entao&lt;/span&gt; resolvi contar do meu novo amor! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um termo um tanto infantil, mas eu ainda sou uma criança, embora muitas vezes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt; pareça.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou com um:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fuçando&lt;/span&gt; meu orkut?&lt;br /&gt;E por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aih&lt;/span&gt; foi, trocamos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, descobrimos que somos da mesma cidade e que temos muito em comum. Inclusive nossa vida chata e depressiva. Marcamos de nos encontrar e o resto foi indo, aconteceu! Ou melhor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;estah&lt;/span&gt; acontecendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; sei se eh namoro ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; um '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ficante&lt;/span&gt;', mas vamos ver como que vai ser. O meu medo de me magoar eh maior que o medo de amar. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse conto de farsas&lt;br /&gt;O final pode &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; feliz assim&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho pra escolher&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe que pode se arrepender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BeijosdaLiLith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-9188841916376854696?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/9188841916376854696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=9188841916376854696' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/9188841916376854696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/9188841916376854696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/pq-tah-fuando-meu-orkut-s.html' title='~. Pq tah fuçando meu orkut? :S'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-681226548334868606</id><published>2008-08-04T14:00:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:04:56.141-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Musicas e incensos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entre musicas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou sobrevivendo a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com cheiro de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E som de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas um poema feito na aula de historia, onde estava deprimida como sempre. E eu nao sou psicotica, isso me magoa demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BeijosdaLiLith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-681226548334868606?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/681226548334868606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=681226548334868606' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/681226548334868606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/681226548334868606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/musicas-e-incensos.html' title='Musicas e incensos'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-5537254659836506706</id><published>2008-08-01T19:58:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:12:44.353-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento maldito</title><content type='html'>Queria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mais te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Queria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mais te amar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; mais te adorar&lt;br /&gt;E eu odeio ter esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que me machuca cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corrói&lt;/span&gt;, sangra mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Odeio como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; arruma seu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Odeio como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; me olha&lt;br /&gt;Com seu olhar vazio&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu fosse um fantasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Invisível&lt;/span&gt;, assim sou para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vai embora mais um dia de minha vida, sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da LiLith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-5537254659836506706?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/5537254659836506706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=5537254659836506706' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/5537254659836506706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/5537254659836506706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentimento-maldito.html' title='Sentimento maldito'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-2726089560450196897</id><published>2008-07-15T11:35:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:08:44.438-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SH0YZhWWYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_NGXNQ27PQ0/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SH0YZhWWYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_NGXNQ27PQ0/s400/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223357969547551474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Solidão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Vantagem de não correr o risco de sofrer por alguem??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sofrer por não correr o risco de amar e ser feliz???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-2726089560450196897?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/2726089560450196897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=2726089560450196897' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/2726089560450196897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/2726089560450196897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/07/solido.html' title=''/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SH0YZhWWYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_NGXNQ27PQ0/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-5989651316602316192</id><published>2008-07-14T17:44:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:59:09.077-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><title type='text'>Para que sonhos?</title><content type='html'>Tudo estava indo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt;, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; bem! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; ate tinha te esquecido por algumas horas, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; volta a me perturbar em meus sonhos, o pior e que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; está comigo. Nunca vai estar, vai ser sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;platonico&lt;/span&gt;, jamais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; vai saber o quanto gosto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta sonhar com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; se nem aqui está ou esteve? A noite de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sábado&lt;/span&gt; estava tudo perfeito, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; estava com outra pessoa, outro que eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; gosto, era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; para te esquecer, o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; por muito tempo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; veio me importunar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; queria mais pensar em ti, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; queria mais te ver, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; queria mais te sentir, te adorar. Mas quando penso que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; estou sem te ver por apenas cinco dias, nesse momento penso se ainda te amo, sinceramente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sei. Acho melhor nem saber. Quanto mais sei, mais confusa fico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim estou meio feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eu sou apenas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou ate mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;invisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a admira a distancia&lt;br /&gt;sem a menor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um dia tornar-me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;visível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; o motivo&lt;br /&gt;do meu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;e a minha angustia&lt;br /&gt;ao anoitecer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns versos da musica 'Amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;platonico&lt;/span&gt;' do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;legião&lt;/span&gt; urbana, como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;LiLith&lt;/span&gt;.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-5989651316602316192?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/5989651316602316192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=5989651316602316192' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/5989651316602316192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/5989651316602316192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-que-sonhos.html' title='Para que sonhos?'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-222135491651037782</id><published>2008-07-07T10:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:42:10.443-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Final de Semana dos infernos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse final de semana passado foi uma grande merda! Final de semana e so dois dias em que podemos dormir ate tarde, isso para mim, porque eu nao fiz nada nesse. Sabado foi muito triste para mim, logo pela manha tive que ir fazer prova na escola [infelizmente], assim que cheguei ja vieram me 'mandar' comprar pao para o cafe, eu nao queria ir eu odeio qualquer coisa relacionada a sair de casa para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comprar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teve uma festa a noite em que fui impedida de ir, eu nao posso nem mais me divertir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta cada vez mais dificil suportar minha vida, ela se divide em escola, internet e stress. Porque as coisas sao assim? Muitas vezes me pergunto porque que nasci, pois na minha otica eu nasci para ser triste e derrotada. Nao ha nada que me faça me sentir melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meus pais querem que eu volte ao psiquiatra mas nao quero! E les sempre querem mudar minha opiniao, coisa que nao mudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'É preciso amar as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Como se não houvesse amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Por que se você parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Prá pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Na verdade não há...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E de foder esse trecho da musica Pais e Filhos do Legiao, me faz pensar como eu sou, o quanto eu odeio as pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por enquanto e so essa total amargura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beijos da LiLith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900468360147330700-222135491651037782?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/222135491651037782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=222135491651037782' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/222135491651037782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/222135491651037782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-de-semana-dos-infernos.html' title='Final de Semana dos infernos!'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900468360147330700.post-406527017838019561</id><published>2008-07-04T16:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:21:24.384-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Estréia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estreando o blog! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Será&lt;/span&gt; que irei me acostumar com isso? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; sei, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; tentando pra saber. Aqui, nesse blog, pretendo dividir com quem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acessar&lt;/span&gt; o que eu to sentindo, o que acontece comigo, afinal, tudo! Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diário&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; meu modo de ver o mundo, minha maneira de ser! Por enquanto e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; isso...nem sei direito o que escrever no primeiro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BeijodaLiLith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2900468360147330700-406527017838019561?l=lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/feeds/406527017838019561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2900468360147330700&amp;postID=406527017838019561' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/406527017838019561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2900468360147330700/posts/default/406527017838019561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilithcontodefarsas.blogspot.com/2008/07/estria.html' title='Estréia'/><author><name>LiLith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10412439204615238334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3nTbedLz1hg/SG6bXHU1VMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVjSs3qy9k8/s1600-R/flor-silvestre_borboleta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
