<?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-3778625565631707934</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:13:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar em Seco</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Born to Frag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902948497951167475</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778625565631707934.post-3287055455536419634</id><published>2008-11-11T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:04:34.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrependimento ou Estupidez?</title><content type='html'>"O arrependimento é como a mordedura de um cachorro numa pedra: uma tolice."                    [ &lt;a href="http://www.frasesfamosas.com.br/de/friedrich-nietzsche.html" class="autor" title="FRASES PENSAMENTOS MENSAGENS FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos nos arrependemos do que fazemos... uns mais outros menos... eu chamo-lhe estupidez, outros chamar-lhe-ao outra coisa qq.... nao existe arrependimento! o arrependimento tem sempre forma de ser evitado, mas ninguem o evita com vontade de ser estupido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há cordas no coração humano que seria melhor não as fazer vibrar."                    [ &lt;a href="http://www.frasesfamosas.com.br/de/charles-dickens.html" class="autor" title="FRASES PENSAMENTOS MENSAGENS CHARLES DICKENS"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778625565631707934-3287055455536419634?l=amaremseco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/feeds/3287055455536419634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778625565631707934&amp;postID=3287055455536419634' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default/3287055455536419634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default/3287055455536419634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/2008/11/arrependimento-ou-estupidez.html' title='Arrependimento ou Estupidez?'/><author><name>Born to Frag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902948497951167475</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778625565631707934.post-5375329023600494560</id><published>2008-11-08T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:16:21.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica da semana - Maroon 5 - Won't Go Home Without You</title><content type='html'>"I asked her to stay&lt;br /&gt;But she wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;She left before I had the  chance to say, oh&lt;br /&gt;The words that were mend&lt;br /&gt;The things that were  broken&lt;br /&gt;But now its far too late she's gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why does this happen to  me&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may  not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of her breath, I'll never get over&lt;br /&gt;And the noises that she make  keep me awake, oh&lt;br /&gt;The weight of things that remain unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Built up so  much it crushed us everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why does this happen to  me&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may  not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of  her breath, I'll never get over&lt;br /&gt;And the noises that she make keep me awake,  oh&lt;br /&gt;The weight of things that remain unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Built up so much it crushed  us everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I felt I've never really showed&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the worst is that I  ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;Should not ever let you go oh oh oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maro0n 5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778625565631707934-5375329023600494560?l=amaremseco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/feeds/5375329023600494560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778625565631707934&amp;postID=5375329023600494560' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default/5375329023600494560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default/5375329023600494560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/2008/11/maroon-5-wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='Musica da semana - Maroon 5 - Won&apos;t Go Home Without You'/><author><name>Born to Frag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902948497951167475</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778625565631707934.post-5002817654756486486</id><published>2008-11-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:30:21.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Palavra Consagrada</title><content type='html'>" Foi por isto que esperei, em cada noite que amei&lt;br /&gt;Ou pensei que amei porque é agora que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;A razão da palavra consagrada&lt;br /&gt;Que tanta gente dá à toa em troca de quase nada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta e mais uma das muitas frases que são feitas para aquelas pessoas que ao fim de se conheceram ja dizem AMO-TE com toda a facilidade do mundo... isso nao e amor, é FOME!&lt;br /&gt;Amor e gostar da mesma pessoa tempos e tempos e dize-lo ao fim de se ter a certeza! Amor é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se  ver;&lt;br /&gt;É ferida que dói e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;É um contentamento descontente;&lt;br /&gt;É dor que desatina sem doer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;É solitário andar por entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;É nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;É cuidar que se ganha em se perder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;br /&gt;É ter com quem nos mata lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;br /&gt;Nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;br /&gt;se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778625565631707934-5002817654756486486?l=amaremseco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/feeds/5002817654756486486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778625565631707934&amp;postID=5002817654756486486' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default/5002817654756486486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778625565631707934/posts/default/5002817654756486486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amaremseco.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavra-consagrada.html' title='A Palavra Consagrada'/><author><name>Born to Frag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03902948497951167475</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
