<?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-7322199329175824392</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:04:06.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo certo como dois e dois são cinco</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-1688445213474269212</id><published>2009-02-06T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:41:01.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SYzmkwlCnSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9v1zZX9cpK0/s1600-h/kate02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SYzmkwlCnSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9v1zZX9cpK0/s320/kate02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299864380698172706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja um pouco menos autoritário, acorde de manhã e vista a roupa que lhe der na telha. Sim, pode até ser aquela sua saia longa bege, vai ficar ótima em você. Ame mais, mas ame principalmente aqueles que te amem, dê um pouco mais de atenção a eles. Viva mais, aproveite cada hora do seu dia, você irá sentir falta, dê também mais atenção á seus irmãos. Pois eles são as únicas pessoas que irão lhe estender a mão quando você precisar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-1688445213474269212?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/1688445213474269212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=1688445213474269212' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1688445213474269212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1688445213474269212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2009/02/seja-um-pouco-menos-autoritario-acorde.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SYzmkwlCnSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9v1zZX9cpK0/s72-c/kate02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-2161575195582333741</id><published>2009-01-24T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:24:22.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amargo Desprezo</title><content type='html'>Desprezados são aqueles que não apreciam os versos teus...&lt;br /&gt;Os que tentam piedozamente, mas que não conseguem enchergar a maravilha nas coisas mais simples da vida, ou seja, os que não conseguem encontrar a tal ' luz no fim do túnel '.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles também, que por mais arrogantes que sejam, acabam sempre no final de cada blefe, sedendo um falso amargo sorriso sintilante ao parceiro de conhaque... e que mesmo sabendo que seu futuro não é brilhanteacaba sempre acaba levando com sí suas quatro pedras nas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, quem não tem teto de vidro, que atire a primeira pedra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-2161575195582333741?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/2161575195582333741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=2161575195582333741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/2161575195582333741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/2161575195582333741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2009/01/amargo-desprezo.html' title='Amargo Desprezo'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-5412929046825024701</id><published>2009-01-14T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:27:24.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SW6Qc-gFkeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qnO7EhNpsIY/s1600-h/dudeeeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SW6Qc-gFkeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qnO7EhNpsIY/s320/dudeeeee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325439695229410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- O nome dela é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  Miss Lexotan 6mg Garota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ela não consegue relaxar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ela não consegue nem ao menos dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ela é tensa só porque seu amor não vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;em São Paulo nem Porto Alegre, em lugar nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ela tem andado meio frígida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tem se preocupado com as coisas do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ela teme intensamente que jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;conheça um carinha que vai comê-la estando apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ela era atriz no underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;hoje ela posa de modelo fotográfico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;é frequentadora assídua do templo Hare Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mas mesmo assim ela não fica leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E quando o sol finalmente raiar e ela então ferrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;E quando o sol finalmente raiar e ela desmaiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tudo ficará positivamente mórbido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;porque ela é a miss lexotan 6mg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-5412929046825024701?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/5412929046825024701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=5412929046825024701' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/5412929046825024701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/5412929046825024701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2009/01/simples.html' title='Simples...'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SW6Qc-gFkeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qnO7EhNpsIY/s72-c/dudeeeee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-1020029659222855954</id><published>2008-11-22T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:37:27.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SSilrnyAzHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hmqwQ2yOIik/s1600-h/2304560642_e0685b631d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SSilrnyAzHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hmqwQ2yOIik/s320/2304560642_e0685b631d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271645532668873842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou enlouqueçendo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sim.&lt;br /&gt;Te avisto de longe, vindo sem horizonte, gritando o meu nome.&lt;br /&gt;A visão do teu rosto lâmpejava na minha mente, loucamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir teus olhos vibrarem junto aos meus me sentia novamente hipnotizada, pela pessoa errada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que posso fazer se tuas curvas me envolvem num movimento impossível de dançar?&lt;br /&gt;E teus beijos, sigo sem provar?&lt;br /&gt;Vou  protegendo verdadeiramente meu coração, sempre procurado ficar com os pés no chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-1020029659222855954?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/1020029659222855954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=1020029659222855954' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1020029659222855954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1020029659222855954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/11/pastoso.html' title='Pastoso'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SSilrnyAzHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hmqwQ2yOIik/s72-c/2304560642_e0685b631d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-1465382101526832877</id><published>2008-11-11T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:53:34.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>00:32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SRoM0rcDoDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kpFJwud-0W4/s1600-h/digital-photography-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SRoM0rcDoDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kpFJwud-0W4/s320/digital-photography-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267536813316350002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não suporto mais ter que esperar pra te ter.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não fica comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Só porque eu sou alegre demais?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é,  eu nunca irei mudar meu jeito de ser por causa de um gurizote.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, lá vem eu com o meu orguilho denovo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não consigo te tirar de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu não sai da minha cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu não dá valor a tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;E  a idiota da história continua sendo eu, pois é a burra aqui que continua alimentando essas coisas que são somente bobagens que ainda insistem em permanecer na minha cabecinha oca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-1465382101526832877?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/1465382101526832877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=1465382101526832877' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1465382101526832877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1465382101526832877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/11/0032.html' title='00:32'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SRoM0rcDoDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kpFJwud-0W4/s72-c/digital-photography-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-1821194160740377835</id><published>2008-10-19T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:58:37.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPvJhiw3kBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xQdBQXuWytU/s1600-h/2125237267_7d531c5824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPvJhiw3kBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xQdBQXuWytU/s320/2125237267_7d531c5824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259018567989825554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inaceitável o fato de tu amar uma pessoa, e simplismente, esta pessoa te dizer '' yo no puedo compartir tus lábios ''.&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpem qualquer coisa, mas, eu não acho certo isso, ás vezes amar nos faz mal, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas lamentávelmente, não escolhemos amar a pessoa errada, por mais que tentamos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho tão bonito as tuas curvas, teus cabelos ( mesmo que não tenha muito ), e até mesmo o teu sorriso, sério, eles são únicos.&lt;br /&gt;Queria te ter, mas, isto não esta ao meu alcançe, pelo menos agora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu esperarei.&lt;br /&gt;Esperarei até um certo tempo, meu bem.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ficar me lamentando por ai, sem mais 'porques'.&lt;br /&gt;Até porque, já estou farta.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, é a ti que eu amo.&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto mais, pensei que esta paixonite já  tinha saido da minha cabecinha.&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma pergunta fica ( para alguns ): Porque você ama quem você ama?&lt;br /&gt;Poxa, ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, sabe, mas caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não-fumantes, teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo á porta.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa! Porque eu adoro implicar contigo? Eu não tenho culpa de tu ter um sorriso que me deixa imobilizada, eu não tenho culpa do teu beijo ser mais viciante do que LSD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-1821194160740377835?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/1821194160740377835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=1821194160740377835' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1821194160740377835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1821194160740377835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/10/inaceitvel-o-fato-de-tu-amar-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPvJhiw3kBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xQdBQXuWytU/s72-c/2125237267_7d531c5824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-2243119243050406314</id><published>2008-10-12T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:51:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, crianças.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPK3s3ecx-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/POT6fElMqC0/s1600-h/152826354_4947e67101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPK3s3ecx-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/POT6fElMqC0/s320/152826354_4947e67101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256465696528582626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia,  com um grande sol, porém, o calor, meu Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Dia cansativo, resumindo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas valeu muito apena.&lt;br /&gt;E pow, no dia 12, temos que dar uns créditos não é, todos nós temos uma criança aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;No mais, tudo na mais perfeita normalidade, tirando o colégio, áh! O colégio.&lt;br /&gt;Estudar, e estudar, para sermos alguém na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto isso, eu gracejo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-2243119243050406314?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/2243119243050406314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=2243119243050406314' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/2243119243050406314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/2243119243050406314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/10/parabns-crianas.html' title='Parabéns, crianças.'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPK3s3ecx-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/POT6fElMqC0/s72-c/152826354_4947e67101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-8106134007400992726</id><published>2008-10-11T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:57:05.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPFZSUK82LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OCiNoYt9rdY/s1600-h/240753700_68cfbcb0a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPFZSUK82LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OCiNoYt9rdY/s320/240753700_68cfbcb0a0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256080411305236658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo tão estranho de viver&lt;br /&gt;É assim pra mim será que é pra você&lt;br /&gt;Em um segundo estou rindo&lt;br /&gt;Depois lembro do que passou&lt;br /&gt;Está frio e eu não quero mais sorrir&lt;br /&gt;De pensar que eu um dia te deixei partir&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou ficar aqui parado&lt;br /&gt;Sempre olhando para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando o seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Te desenhando em um papel&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar seguir todos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E sei que lá eu posso te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver bem as nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Poisé, entrei em rota hoje, estou com picadas de bisouro, com arranhões, lesões e com o olho inchado, poisé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más as coisas não pararam por ai, sacanagens me esperavam em casa. Fazer o que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia surpreendedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s acho que consegui colocar a foto num angulo bom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-8106134007400992726?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/8106134007400992726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=8106134007400992726' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/8106134007400992726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/8106134007400992726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/10/nesse-mundo-to-estranho-de-viver-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPFZSUK82LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OCiNoYt9rdY/s72-c/240753700_68cfbcb0a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-8582165339658701201</id><published>2008-10-11T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:35:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça das minhas palavras, as tuas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPFGNhjdAbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HRZeq6UX9z4/s1600-h/930297904_7f87b391e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPFGNhjdAbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HRZeq6UX9z4/s320/930297904_7f87b391e3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256059438277394866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre todas decisões são certas, as vezes me sinto tão infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tudo deve ter o seu motivo, os sonhos nunca vão embora assim.&lt;br /&gt;Você já sabe que é em você que eu penso.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o destino que escolheu assim!&lt;br /&gt;Estou distante num lugar perdido, e só você vai me tirar daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francamente, não precisava ter feito isso, não precisava?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, fiquei chateada, mas já passou.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos esqueçer o presente e 'curtir' o passado.&lt;br /&gt;Más sabe o que eu quero, uma boa cama, com traveseiro 'pena de ganço', uma xícara de leite branco e um bom livro da Martha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos rir pra nunca mais ter que chorar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-8582165339658701201?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/8582165339658701201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=8582165339658701201' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/8582165339658701201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/8582165339658701201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/10/faa-das-minhas-palavras-as-tuas.html' title='Faça das minhas palavras, as tuas.'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SPFGNhjdAbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HRZeq6UX9z4/s72-c/930297904_7f87b391e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-600470562311795478</id><published>2008-10-09T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:52:01.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A alegria na tristesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SO6KxwqJCnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AoM1Fj6EW_E/s1600-h/98322024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SO6KxwqJCnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AoM1Fj6EW_E/s320/98322024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255290402667825778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="fr0"&gt;É incrível, fico anestesiada com as crônicas, poemas, da Martha, aproveitando que eu já esotu aqui, leiam: Tudo que eu queria te dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O título desse texto na verdade não é meu, e sim de um poema do uruguaio Mario Benedetti. No original, chama-se "Alegría de la tristeza" e está no livro "La vida ese paréntesis" que, até onde sei, permanece inédito no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poema diz que a gente pode entristecer-se por vários motivos ou por nenhum motivo aparente, a tristeza pode ser por nós mesmos ou pelas dores do mundo, pode advir de uma palavra ou de um gesto, mas que ela sempre aparece e devemos nos aprontar para recebê-la, porque existe uma alegria inesperada na tristeza, que vem do fato de ainda conseguirmos senti-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer confuso mas é um alento. Olhe para o lado: estamos vivendo numa era em que pessoas matam em briga de trânsito, matam por um boné, matam para se divertir. Além disso, as pessoas estão sem dinheiro. Quem tem emprego, segura. Quem não tem, procura. Os que possuem um amor desconfiam até da própria sombra, já que há muita oferta de sexo no mercado. E a gente corre pra caramba, é escravo do relógio, não consegue mais ficar deitado numa rede, lendo um livro, ouvindo música. Há tanta coisa pra fazer que resta pouco tempo pra sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, qualquer sentimento é bem-vindo, mesmo que não seja uma euforia, um gozo, um entusiasmo, mesmo que seja uma melancolia. Sentir é um verbo que se conjuga para dentro, ao contrário do fazer, que é conjugado pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir alimenta, sentir ensina, sentir aquieta. Fazer é muito barulhento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir é um retiro, fazer é uma festa. O sentir não pode ser escutado, apenas auscultado. Sentir e fazer, ambos são necessários, mas só o fazer rende grana, contatos, diplomas, convites, aquisições. Até parece que sentir não serve para subir na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa triste é evitada. Não cabe no mundo da propaganda dos cremes dentais, dos pagodes, dos carnavais. Tristeza parece praga, lepra, doença contagiosa, um estacionamento proibido. Ok, tristeza não faz realmente bem pra saúde, mas a introspecção é um recuo providencial, pois é quando silenciamos que melhor conversamos com nossos botões. E dessa conversa sai luz, lições, sinais, e a tristeza acaba saindo também, dando espaço para uma alegria nova e revitalizada. Triste é não sentir nada.&lt;/h4&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-600470562311795478?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/600470562311795478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=600470562311795478' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/600470562311795478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/600470562311795478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/10/alegria-na-tristesa.html' title='A alegria na tristesa'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SO6KxwqJCnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AoM1Fj6EW_E/s72-c/98322024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-522665758898547367</id><published>2008-09-23T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:07:28.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SNmEh79TL6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zKP6Bh7l_6M/s1600-h/1188354379_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SNmEh79TL6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zKP6Bh7l_6M/s400/1188354379_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249372559242375074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos marginais, mas somos todos homicidas em potencial. Basta um ato inconsequênte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-522665758898547367?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/522665758898547367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=522665758898547367' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/522665758898547367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/522665758898547367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-somos-marginais-mas-somos-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SNmEh79TL6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zKP6Bh7l_6M/s72-c/1188354379_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-1243052490429535538</id><published>2008-08-24T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:07:25.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLHNZSF6v5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sJ59bqEHEkw/s1600-h/giovani+paim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLHNZSF6v5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sJ59bqEHEkw/s320/giovani+paim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238193675845681042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffc0cb;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Quero apenas cinco coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro é o amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A segunda é ver o outono&lt;br /&gt;A terceira é o grave inverno&lt;br /&gt;Em quarto lugar o verão&lt;br /&gt;A quinta coisa são teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dormir sem teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser... sem que me olhes.&lt;br /&gt;Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tocante, para mim talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-1243052490429535538?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/1243052490429535538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=1243052490429535538' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1243052490429535538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/1243052490429535538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/08/quero-apenas-cinco-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SKTS4S6yrzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V_bZTnIzWVs/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234540531504295730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu dom de se esconder de mim só é melhor que o meu de não te achar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-263949618891335208?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/263949618891335208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=263949618891335208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/263949618891335208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SKH6aCf315I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ndaIxacCsVM/s1600-h/IMAGEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SKH6aCf315I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ndaIxacCsVM/s320/IMAGEM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233739567235323794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;~ Esse é o triúnfo, do nosso apocalípse&lt;br /&gt;E você tem medo vivendo nesse eclipse  ~&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-6787519916656793208?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/6787519916656793208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=6787519916656793208' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/6787519916656793208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/6787519916656793208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/08/esse-o-trinfo-do-nosso-apocalpse-e-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SKH6aCf315I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ndaIxacCsVM/s72-c/IMAGEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-1793590083912943392</id><published>2008-08-10T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:04:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SJ-eLsyvpfI/AAAAAAAAADw/vvjj8kvv0Fc/s1600-h/vcv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SJ-eLsyvpfI/AAAAAAAAADw/vvjj8kvv0Fc/s320/vcv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233075215867553266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me pergunto como eu deveria me sentir&lt;br /&gt;Quando você não está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu queimei todas as pontes que havia construído&lt;br /&gt;Quando você estava aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SI0mJyarbFI/AAAAAAAAADk/AbkCRqhMOyg/s320/56374423_a011637362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227876692041362514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo de una manera inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;De una forma inconfesable.&lt;br /&gt;De un modo contradictorio.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Con mis estados de ánimo que son muchos,&lt;br /&gt;y cambian de humor continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que ya sabes,&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;La vida.&lt;br /&gt;La muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;con el mundo que no entiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Con la gente que no comprende.&lt;br /&gt;Con la ambivalencia de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Con la incoherencia de mis actos,&lt;br /&gt;Con la fatalidad del destino.&lt;br /&gt;Con la conspiración del deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Con la ambigüedad de los hechos.&lt;br /&gt;Aún cuando te digo que no te amo, te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cuando te engaño, no te engaño.&lt;br /&gt;En el fondo, llevo a cabo un plan,&lt;br /&gt;para amarte... mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Sin reflexionar, inconscientemente,&lt;br /&gt;irresponsablemente,&lt;br /&gt;espontáneamente,&lt;br /&gt;involuntariamente,&lt;br /&gt;por instinto,&lt;br /&gt;por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;irracionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;En efecto no tengo argumentos lógicos,&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera improvisados&lt;br /&gt;para fundamentar este amor que siento por ti,&lt;br /&gt;que surgió misteriosamente de la nada,&lt;br /&gt;que no ha resuelto mágicamente nada,&lt;br /&gt;y que milagrosamente, de a poco, con poco y nada&lt;br /&gt;ha mejorado lo peor de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo con un cuerpo que no piensa,&lt;br /&gt;con un corazón que no razona,&lt;br /&gt;con una cabeza que no coordina.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;incomprensiblemente.&lt;br /&gt;Sin preguntarme, por qué te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Sin importarme por qué te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Sin cuestionarme por qué te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;sencillamente porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo mismo no se por qué te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-6417662022435366736?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/6417662022435366736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=6417662022435366736' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/6417662022435366736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/6417662022435366736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/2008/07/te-amo-de-una-manera-inexplicable.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Marchand ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100759994609867490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SLhvDbOCTdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DOA-LjBLEos/S220/1199314267_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SI0mJyarbFI/AAAAAAAAADk/AbkCRqhMOyg/s72-c/56374423_a011637362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322199329175824392.post-6631044623953941330</id><published>2008-07-27T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:26:31.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- ás de copas já saiu e é a minha vez de jogar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SI0EHAbRxDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vOJkh00spHM/s1600-h/alice_by_werewolfbiten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SI0EHAbRxDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vOJkh00spHM/s320/alice_by_werewolfbiten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227839260867019826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ás de espadas é morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ás ouros é sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ás de paus é horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ás de copas é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;o baralho da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no jogo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;contra ou favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;do encontro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o nascimento é vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a despedida é dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no começo tudo é poesia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;magia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                                                           todas as cartas são brancas [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWHA8r5ABIo/SIwSRfJI_JI/AAAAAAAAACw/LwiDsN8NQRs/s400/2550812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573359097216146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- E então é isso&lt;br /&gt;como você disse que seria&lt;br /&gt;A vida corre fácil pra mim&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das vezes&lt;br /&gt;E então é isso&lt;br /&gt;A história mais curta&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor, sem glória&lt;br /&gt;Sem herói no céu dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E então é isso&lt;br /&gt;Como você falou que deveria ser&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois esqueceremos a brisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A maioria das vezes&lt;br /&gt;E então é isso&lt;br /&gt;A água gelada&lt;br /&gt;A filha do vento&lt;br /&gt;A aluna rejeitada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu disse que te detesto?&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que quero deixar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para trás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;  As paredes desaparecem&lt;br /&gt;  Não há nada para me cercar&lt;br /&gt;  Nem me proteger dos meus medos&lt;br /&gt;  Eu estou desprotegida&lt;br /&gt;  Veja como eu me abri&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, você me fez confiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Porque eu nunca senti nada assim antes&lt;br /&gt;  Eu estou nua&lt;br /&gt;  Perto de você&lt;br /&gt;  Dá pra perceber?&lt;br /&gt;  Você vê através de mim&lt;br /&gt;  E eu não posso esconder&lt;br /&gt;  Eu estou nua&lt;br /&gt;  Perto de você&lt;br /&gt;  E isso parece tão certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu estou tentando me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu tinha medo de&lt;br /&gt;ser eu mesma e deixar&lt;br /&gt;As proteções irem embora&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que nunca tive alguém como você&lt;br /&gt;Para me ajudar, me ajudar a me ajustar,&lt;br /&gt;Na minha pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu nunca senti nada assim antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou nua&lt;br /&gt;Você ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Me mostra?&lt;br /&gt;Você vê direito por mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu não posso esconder&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou nua&lt;br /&gt;Você ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Se sente tão certo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322199329175824392-5684301390593226954?l=mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoiselle--marchand.blogspot.com/feeds/5684301390593226954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7322199329175824392&amp;postID=5684301390593226954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/5684301390593226954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322199329175824392/posts/default/5684301390593226954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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